Strip, Wench...or Die!

A small town where sex is currency and violence is the only language that speaks truth. That's the world Rip Austin walks into when Sally Vaughn turns up dead and the men who killed her control everything from the city council to the morning papers. Rip knows who murdered the curvaceous Sally and why, but knowing isn't proving in a town where the vice lords have bought every cop, every reporter, every judge. When they frame Rip for two murders he didn't commit, the noose tightens and the clock runs out. All he has left is his wits and a willingness to speak the only language the bastards understand: violence. This is pulp noir at its rawest, a 1950s potboiler that pulls no punches about the corrupt bargain between power, sex, and money. For readers who want their mysteries mean, their heroes flawed, and their justice hard-won.