Frank Chandler didn't like thepeople who'd hired him, or the job that theywanted him to do. The smutty poison-pen letterslooked like penny-ante harassment of thedoctors and executives in a country-clubhospital, and they probably deserved it. It didn'teven smell like blackmail at first.But something in the letters - or about them -led a nice kid to commit suicide. And attractedthe interest of a hot-shot enforcer who had nobusiness on the rich side of the river. With aguilty conscience looking over his shoulder and apunk on his tail, Chandler makes the only choice he can live with - if he ever wants to look anyone in the eye again. CODE BLUE - in the spirit of Raymond Chandler and John D. MacDonald.
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