Follow That Blonde

BEAUTY BLOOD. AND BULLETS...

He looked just the way an artist is supposed to look. Eyes softly passionate, like black velvet. Hands long-fingered, like El Greco's. Lana wasn't sure whether she was more excited by the sensuality of the man or by the beauty of his paintings.

She had met Nick in Rome through an old high school acquaintance who now served as Nick's agent. Of course Bert Garr had become an agent--everyone in school had known that Bert was someone looking for easy money with minimal work. With Nick as a client, Bert was on easy street....

Until Nick's previous agent created a masterpiece of a scheme to make a fortune in fraudulent art. Then Bert was in danger of losing his meal ticket....

Nick was in danger of losing his life....

And Lana was caught in a deadly web of forgery and murder!