By Donita Woodruff. “A True Story of Sexual Secrets, Illicit Passion, and Murder.” “One woman had a lying husband. The other had a killer secret…” Woodruff, referred to in the third person on the cover copy, thought her film-producer boyfriend’s ex “wasn’t quite right.” Turns out Valerie was a lamster once deadnamed “Freddie Turner,” and wanted for murder.
A fairly frumpy PB — a cracked spine with a lean and some stickering, repaired by library tape at one end; edgewear; stamps to the page edges — but will get the job done.