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Crime of Passion
E-bok, 2018
18 kr
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A classic entry in the Shell Scott series! This was a warm Sunday afternoon; Sheldon Scott, Investigations—my downtown L.A. office—was closed, and I was invited to a party. A Hawaiian party at that: luau, roast pig, the works. From behind the house somewhere I heard a happy squeal. A happy feminine …
Way of The Wanton
Ljudbok, 2012
372 kr
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"e;There was a fire in her eyes that was scorching me - me, who couldn't tell whether a dame wanted to kiss me or kill me! No matter how you look at it, 36-22-35 are magic numbers. They have a real message for me. I'm Shell Scott, the private eye, and I'm very good at figures. You might say I …
Too Many Crooks
Ljudbok, 2012
364 kr
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They say that even the strongest man secretly wants to feel wanted. He even hopes to have some woman take care of him. Well, my cup was running over. Me? I'm Shell Scott, the human target for every gun in the State of California. And that's no private eyewash...I was made to feel wanted all …
Darling It's Death
Ljudbok, 2012
372 kr
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"e;I'm trying to get back in shape,"e; she said. Man, if her shape got any better she'd be banned for just walking down the street. I'm Shell Scott, private eye, and my job was to guard her day - yeah, and night. I didn't have a chance to discuss these points with her because I saw the man …
Three's A Shroud
Ljudbok, 2012
372 kr
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Shell Scott is hired to help State Senator Paul Hershey gather information against Joe Blake, one of the biggest crooks Los Angeles has ever produced. Joe Blake is the kingpin behind the opposition party to Paul Hershey's re-election. Blake is backing the candidate against Hershey, a Blake pawn, …
Take A Murder Darling
Ljudbok, 2012
372 kr
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The scarlet bikini which had covered a minimum of the eye-popping curves on the dead woman, lay at her feet, and my eyes focussed on her as glassily as did the dead man's next to her. He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody really had it in for …
