From the publisher
My Name's Mike Hammer. I guess you've heard of me. I'm a private eye and I get pretty mad when someone beats up an old friend - especially when the one doing the beating up is a cop. It all started when the boy was kidnapped. No ordinary boy either. This boy, Ruston, was a genius. His father wasn't so clever, though. He called in the cops. Dilwick was in charge of the case. The dirtiest, roughest cop who ever walked a beat. So I had to find the kid first; it was as simple as that.