eware
the Young Stranger (1965)
John Vallancourt, the cool, calm diplomat, was worried stiff. A dear
friend was dead and his daughter Nancy was missing. John feared the worst and the worst
was Nancy's sweetheart Keith Rollins. Keith was the prime suspect in the case and he was
running scared, dragging Nancy into danger with him. If Keith was a murderer, John was
certain of one thing. He had to catch Keith before the cops did, or he might find himself
with one very dead daughter...!
Cast of characters included. Written by Talmage
Powell. (Click on the
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he Copper
Frame (1965)
Larry Cutter was going to take no chances at all when he moved in
to take over Iroquois. He wasn't willing to settle for a police chief who could be
hoodwinked into cooperating with a puppet mayor. Chief Saxon had been murdered, his son
framed, and now Arts Marks was being lured out of a job that could be his permanently by
the offer of a better one. Who could be the only man over whom Cutter could possibly have
perfect control? - The man who had murdered Andy Saxon!
Ghost-written by Richard Deming.
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Room to Die in (1965)
How could a man have been murdered in a room locked from the inside? It
had to be suicide the police thought. Wasn't there a letter proofing the victim was being
blackmailed for several months? Still his daughter found some unanswered questions. Before
she got some answers, two people were found strangled, one of them in her own apartment.
And ...the murderer was out to silence her too.
Ghostwritten by Jack Vance.
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he Killer
Touch (1965)
He opened the strongbox and glanced at the fortune. He began
stuffing the diamonds into his pocket. Suddenly he sensed movement and someone lunged at
him. The gun boomed, and the bullet ripped through his assailant's arm as he ran outside
and leaped head first off the ledge. The lean body knifed the water three feet beyond the
rocks and came up swimming. A power cruiser was lying at anchor, a hundred yards out.
Ghostwritten by Charles
W. Runyon. (Click on the
cover to read more...)
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