Brady Jordan wasn’t hired to fall in love. He was hired to make a pass at a strawberry blonde and be the evidence in a divorce set-up that her husband badly needed. So when he started getting the usual human twinges he expected something to go wrong. And that Californian evening, when he stepped on the verandah and sniffed the marijuana and found the corpse of a body that should have been live and warm, he knew it had.
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