It began the way all McGee's adventures began. From left field. Only this time it was right in front of his car.

This lovely young thing, wearing little more than a frightened look, streaked out of darkness into his headlights. McGee hit the breaks, missed the nymphet's tawny haunch by one micro-second, and landed upside-down in ten feet of swamp water.

Two minutes later, with McGee upright and limping along the deserted Florida road, someone zoomed by in an old truck and took a couple of shots at him. Well, this was not McGee's idea of Southern hospitality. So he went to the local sheriff to complain -- and found himself arrested for murder.

Then... well, read it for yourself!