'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 him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I’d ever heard of.
'Me? I’m Shell Scott, private detective, and I’m wondering why anybody in his right mind would commit such a complicated murder, but I’m certainly going to find out....'
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