By Lee Butcher. A pool-hall owner, his lover, and, if I'm not mistaken, a snuff film. If I didn't have a "just get a divorce" tag before now -- and I've had it since day one -- this case would have forced my hand.
This paperback was well-loved at a previous stop: edgewear, a cracked spine, previous owner's name inside front cover, and toned pages -- but it's square, the pages are tight, and I respect its not promising "shocking photos!", although based on the hairstyles on the front cover, I kind of wish they hadn't skipped the visual aids. A seldom-seen PB you can recycle after reading.