By Gary Provost. "Your name is Dee Casteel. In October of 1987, you came to death row in Fort Lauderdale, America's playground. There wasn't even a cell for you. Death row was full." Not sure if that jacket-copy opener says more about Provost's editor, or Florida's taste for capital punishment. The story also involves an IHOP love triangle, scotch in an oregano container, and much more.
The hardcover's jacket has some edgewear and flaking at the spine; the page edges are toned. Otherwise, it's neat and straight, with clean pages.