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 is in average shape: edgewear, a cracked spine, mildly toned pages -- but it's fairly square, the pages are tight, and I respect its not promising "shocking photos!"