Six years after her son Peter Tappley was executed for stalking, raping, and killing three women, his imperious mother Evelyn is determined to punish the person she thinks responsible--Peter's wife, Chicago photographer Jill Coffey, whose dedication to her career ""made"" Peter go berserk. She's hired a pair of hit men to frame Jill for the murder of her lecherous ex-partner, adman Eric Brooks. Now which of the four complications--(1) Marcy Browne, the p.i. Jill's got on the case; (2) a lovers' spat between the two hit men; (3) Cini Powell, Eric's latest conquest, who saw the killer at Eric's office; or (4) Peter's sister Doris, who's doped out Evelyn's nefarious plot--will save Jill from her fate? Prolific veteran Gorman (Hawk Moon, p. 563, etc.) has churned out a wonderfully pulpish, greased-lightning homage to Robert Bloch that you can start just before bedtime confident that you'll still finish in plenty of time for a good night's sleep.