Green Light for Death — Frank Kane

She was a gorgeous - and mysterious - girl from New York, who had taken a low-paying job in a small-town night club.

When they fished her out of the local river she had nothing on. It didn't matter. She was past caring.

Johnny Liddell cared, though. The girl was his client and it didn't make sense. Why would she strip, pile her clothes neatly on the pier, and then take the plunge?

A waste, Liddell thought mournfully. A great waste.

Then he cheered up. Any case that began with a killer and a naked woman was bound to produce more of the same . . .