He had the morals of a tomcat and the instincts of a rattlesnake. But Ferron was sitting pretty. In New York City he had Lydia —a gorgeous redhead who loved him to distraction. Upstate he had Amy—lovely, virginal and wealthy; she could hardly wait till they were married. In the trunk of his battered car he had one hundred thousand dollars.—And he had literally gotten away with murder! Ferron was very lucky. Then his world started to come apart at the seams with shattering suddenness ...

    and hungry and cheap and demanding. But it didn't matter. She was all those things, and I knew it, but she was much more, too. She was fire and ice and fury, and when she came up to me—that first time—her mouth making little squirming noises, I knew she was all I ever wanted. I was a cop. An honest one. Tough, but honest. And she was the wife of another man. Maybe she was a killer. Maybe she was a--a kind of person even tough cops don't talk about except in dirty whispers. But I didn't care. I had to have her.

    His sanctuary - the arms of a rich or lonely woman. His game was extortion.He swindled a world-weary beauty who had the bankroll of an heiress and the scruples of a harlot. He took the love of a corrupt young socialite who had a plan of her own - for double indemnity.His name was Larry Roberts. He knew every dirty angle - except the one that threatened to end his career in sudden terror!A PYRAMID ORIGINAL

    This information was on a white card in a metal file in the prison records office. Attached to it was a newspaper clipping, describing the trial and the sentence and another describing the robbery itself. Only thing about it -- it didn't describe the whole truth. A classic crime novel!