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eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: The brutal murder of his kid sister drove Stanley Matson into a tail-spin trying to find the person responsible and get personal revenge. The police had warned him to keep out of their way, but his own need for revenge drove him into a desperate search for this sister's murderer. He had promised himself the pleasure of killing the man responsible for the violent sexual crime that was shocking even the authorities. As time ran out, more deaths followed until he found himself trapped in a mire of blood and bodies. All seemed senseless murders. And complicating his every move were the beautiful women who had known his sister all too well and were willing to do anything to keep him from the truth. A suspense/thriller that keeps the reader held from beginning to end, as it leads the hero down a twisting trail through one shocking surprise after another.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 1969
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005

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Words: 45767
Reading time: 130-183 min.
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The last thing I might have expected to hear about was murder. It wasn't the right setting; and the timing was completely off, to say nothing about the contrast between what was planned and what finally developed into a nightmare.

What I mean is, here I was with one of the most attractive women I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing; a whole weekend of fun and games to look forward to.

And the beach house was one hell of a place to be with a doll. Rustic styled. High beamed ceiling. Huge double glass sliding doors that looked out on what the high-class writers like to call the "blue Pacific." It wasn't blue that night, though. What we could see of it was dark shadows, highlighted by a bright full moon. It seemed that even God-like powers of Nature were on our side, setting things up so they were romantically perfect.

A hi-fl player was stacked with a dozen groovy records. From classy music-to-make-love-by, to some of the more progressive stuff. The lights were down to dim; a cocktail shaker placed within easy reach.

Two lighted cigarettes and a lovely broad.

Well, maybe Barbara wasn't just any broad. For one thing she came on strong with a man, making him feel he was in the presence of a real-live she-cat; a hot panting nympho. She is what most people generally think of as being highly charged, in every way.

I'd met her some months before and we'd been hitting the social scene off and on, though this was the first real prolonged arrangement for a love-in. And the private beach house, owned by a buddy of mine who just happened to be out of the country at the time, helped to make things look very promising.

I'm called Stanley Matson. and maybe you've read some of my newspaper pieces. I freelance a lot. To most friends, though, it is just plain old Stan. To Barbara Blair, Stanny-boy. Or anything she liked for all I cared, just so she called.

We'd just come in from the beach after a late evening swim, slightly tired from the sun, sand and water. And now we were relaxing before the real storm, enjoying cocktails and the nearness of one another, We hadn't even taken off our bathing suits which, considering the mood and general drift of our intentions, was something that should happen soon enough.

A slow vamp from the recorder introduced "Temptation," which was hardly far from the subjective matter hammering at our minds.