Constanza Carmocha was unarmed, that is, she didn't have a gun. Well, she really didn't need one, either. Because she had all the weapons that have ruined men from time immemorial or better said - time immoral. One unlucky guy ended up with his throat slit because of her, and another was about to be bumped off. She was surrounded by a guy who resembled a shaved ape, and he looked as though he could pick himself up with one hand. But the hand isn't always quicker than the private eye, and Shell Scott was sure to get to the bottom of this deadly dame.

© 2002 Books In Motion (Hljóðbók): 9781605487700

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Hljóðbók: 15 december 2002