The cops told Joe Moran he was through as a private eye. They’d revoked his license, taken away his gun permit, and given him orders to get out of the state. They’d had enough of his two-fisted methods and the trickery by which he’d short-circuited the law to gain his clients’ brand of justice. But neither Joe nor the police realized that at that very moment his detective future was filled to overflowing with:
A dancing girl playing postoffice with crime . . .
An ex-carnie sadist with a bullwhip mania . . .
A lip-reading night club snooper . . .
A hot-and-cold running murder tub . . .
And Joe and the cops found themselves dancing opposites in a fever-paced MAMBO TO MURDER!
"Clark's bad guys tend to be self righteous types, like high priced lawyers or smooth talking authors, whose mask their crookedness in a stream of noble sounding verbiage. It makes for a gentler tone, and a vein of satire." -- Mike Grost