Publisher's Synopsis
Out at Palmtrees Racetrack, the little man in the noisy clothes wanted Mark Preston. All Preston wanted was revenge on the bookies. He got busy with that, somebody else got busy shoving an ice-pick in the little man. People began to crawl from holes. Ice-picks came into style, back-wise. Preston preferred his back without holes. He also preferred blonde Stella Delaney, front-wise, any-wise. But that would have to wait. Rourke of Homicide was anxious to find a tenant for a cool cell with boneyard exposure.
