She was woman incarnate, a devil of desire, a wall-to-wall daydream in a young man's fantasy.

Her name was Angel and she was my best friend's wife - until last night.

Last night he was murdered, and I was the cops' favorite suspect.

I was in a box and I figured Fred's widow could give me some ideas. Angel gave a guy ideas all right - 99 44/100% impure.

I was almost ready to believe that maybe Fred had just exploded from the heat. Except that the bullets they'd dug out of him were cold and real. And so were the two hoods waiting for me outside the widow's home...