One of our call girls is missingIt sounded like a joke, but the old dame was scared stiff when one of her girls didn’t show up for work that night. And this one was her prettiest - and most profitable.''Find her, shamus,'' she said. ''And fast!''''My pleasure,'' I said.My name is Joe Puma. I call myself a detective and I get a hundred bucks a day.The girl’s name was Jean Talsman. She called herself an entertainer and she got a hundred bucks a night.The job had delightful possibilities - until some joker started making corpses out of the customers, and I found a few dealers in sudden death camped on my own doorstep.

She was slim and she was stacked and the gold of her hair matched the gold of her bank account. In a word, she had everything. The trouble was she was too eager to give it away. The money too. I’m Joe Puma. I was hired to investigate some crackpot cult she was playing around with. The crackpots were mixed up with thugs, the blonde got mixed up in murder and I got mixed up with the blonde. And somewhere a mixed-up killer was waiting to strike again.

Don’t Mention MurderIt was a vulgar word in the swank millionaire town of San Valdesto. But knocking off a few citizens here and there seemed more than a grave social error to a tough-minded detective like Joe Puma.It made him sore when he discovered the natives would rather protect a well-bred killer than put up with a low-brow private eye.So he taught them a lesson and his red-blooded tactics set the town’s blue blood to boiling.The Wayward Widow...another mad whirl on a murder-go round with that damsel-chasing knight in amour - Joe Puma.

The Cana Diversion by William Campbell Gault - Raven House Mysteries 63029 - April 1982 - Second Printing