Bullet Proof

Johnny Liddell is a private eye who doesn't flinch. When a beautiful heiress walks into his office with a $500 retainer and a story about a suicide everyone except her calls murder, he takes the case. She vanishes before she can explain anything. A tommy-gun turns up at the rendezvous she was supposed to attend. One gunmen dead, Liddell untouched. The trail leads from Park Avenue penthouses to the mean streets of Broadway, through a syndicate operating out of Sing Sing, past bodies stacked like cordwood, toward a climax no one sees coming. This is noir at its leanest: no wasted words, no softening of edges, no exit for anyone who steps into the crosshairs. Liddell keeps moving because that's what he does. The question isn't whether he'll find the girl. It's whether either of them survives what comes next.