(From the publisher):
It was the damnedest thing I'd ever heard. It ripped across the soft night, a crazed shriek of pure helplessness and fear.
There was a soft thud and then running footsteps. I hurried after the sound of the footsteps.
I heard the pounding feet heading toward the highway. Then I tripped on something, sprawling in the sand on my face.
A car door slammed and I heard tires shrill as the car turned on the highway.
"Cliff," Eve said, "are you all right?" I heard her kind of hold her breath.
I got up and went over to her.
Eve was looking down into the grass off the beach. "God, Cliff," she gasped.
Lying there was the crumpled body of a young girl. She was very dead.
Now we were really in trouble, Eve Thayer and I. Calling the police would mean questions, and stories in the papers. And I couldn't have that. Not when Eve Thayer was another man's wife.
Original title: —and the Girl Screamed
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense