A flashing neon light. A seedy hotel room. A down and out ex-cop with a chip on his shoulder and a bottle in his hand - and sex on his mind. Robert McCallum's erotic tale of greed, decadence and seduction sinks deep into the sleazy underbelly of L.A.'s notorious tenderloin - where nothing is taboo, forbidden or even questioned - if you've got the price, the muscle or both. It's a case of Who's Doing Who - missing stiffs, 38' specials and loose lips. With this kind of heat even Dirty Harry would break into a cold sweat.
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