"The year was 1900, the place was London, and the night, an unusually warm one for September, began and ended with horrors. I was caught up in them almost without warning as I turned into a narrow, poorly lit, cobbled lane and instinctively slowed my pace. Ahead of me, where the passage took a sudden bend to the right, a small gas lamp glowed feebly, and its uncertain, wavering light produced oddly distorted shadows." <P> "Byways to Evil" takes the reader through the rich...
The patrol car swerved, came to a halt; Ron Webber opened his eyes and looked about dazedly: «Where are we?» «Municipal Hospital,» the officer said. The ceremony was brief: the sheet was raised, and Webber glanced and nodded: «It's him. It's Frank…» Webber performs background checks for insurance companies, alongside his best friend, Frank Milford. Now Frank's dead, and so's the young woman whom he was investigating. Ron wants to know why, and teams up with Homicide Lieut....
