The poor sap just laid there as the warm blood pooled up around him like sweet raspberry syrup. Gerald Lloyd Kookson III looked up at her one last time before his eyes rolled back in his head and he bid this cruel world a bitter farewell. She didn't notice. Her attention was on the real sucker in the room. The one holding the smoking revolver and the weighty realization that he had just been had -and this was only the beginning.... She pulled the crumpled scrap of bloody paper from her dead husband's clenched fist and handed it to me. It was an address in Palm Springs. If there was a bad part of that town, I knew this had to be it... 77 El Deora Oblique Americana from the gene pool that brought you Calamity & Main