Green eyes, hair like a burning sunset: the men couldn't take their eyes off the widow at the funeral. When she told private eye Paul Fosdyke what her problem was, he thought she'd gone grief-crazy. But, when he began his investigation into the drugs scene and the beautiful women who were its victims, all hell broke loose...
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Green eyes, hair like a burning sunset: the men couldn't take their eyes off the widow at the funeral. When she told private eye Paul Fosdyke what her problem was, he thought she'd gone grief-crazy. But, when he began his investigation into the drugs scene and the beautiful women who were its victims, all hell broke loose...
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