Playground for the rich, arena for the powerful, graveyard for the unlucky—welcome to Palm Springs!
For some, it’s the pleasure capital of the world. For other, it’s a city of last chances, a paradise on the edge of the desert. For soon-to-be-ex-cop Lynn Cutter, sweating out a disability pension, it could become a point of no return.
As a rule, Cutter wouldn’t give a private investigator the time of day, but Breda Burrows is the exception to every rule. Sultry, blue-eyed, long-legged, and tough as nails, Breda can be very convincing, and she’s convinced Cutter to be her guide through the glittering netherworld of Palm Springs—an explosive mix of silicone, Geritol, old money, and murder.
The trail begins with the monied socialite wife of a philandering husband. The wife doesn’t care about her husband’s infidelity, but she does want to know why he’s made a secret deposit—at a sperm bank. What Cutter wants to know is the identity of the strange, violent man hubby is meeting in the desert—a man known only as the fugitive.
