The scarlet bikini which had covered a minimum of the eyepopping curves on the dead woman, lay at her feet, and my eyes focussed on her as glassily as did the dead manтАЩs 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 IтАЩd ever heard of. Me? IтАЩm Shell Scott, private detective and IтАЩm wondering why anybody in his right mind would commit such a complicated murder, but IтАЩm certainly going to find out...