Visa to Death

A DOUBLE MURDER-- WITHOUT A SINGLE MOTIVE They lay dead outside the bar--a tough cop and a real nothing guy who had just won a thousand bucks in a slogan contest. "It was a crazy killing. My job was to whistle up the murderer. The dead cop's wife was footing the bill. "A knife-packing punk and his broad gave the first clues and then all hell broke loose. For somewhere in the city was a guy with the sweetest racket in the world. A deal with stakes so high that having killed once, he couldn't stop."