Shell Scott was up to his neck in guns, girls and gore.
Constanza Carmocha was unarmed—that is, she didn’t have a gun. She didn’t need one, either. She had all the weapons that have ruined men from time immemorial—or time immoral.
One man had had his throat slit because of her, another was going to die. She was surrounded by a guy who resembled a shaved ape and looked as though he could pick himself up with one hand.
But the hand isn’t always quicker than the private eye, and
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