"An Inspector Schmidt Mystery"
WDL BOOKS M 914
FIRST PRINTING 1959
It wasn't a pretty world where Patrolman Bob Black walked his lonely beat. It was a jungle-world of cheap hookers, junkies, and smart alec kids who were tired, embittered old men at fifteen.
And one night, when Bob Black was keeping his solitary vigil, someone from that jungle came out of the shadows and made sure he would never keep it again.
Inspector Schmidt of Homicide and his shadow, George Bagby, realized that finding the murderer wouldn't be easy.
How could anyone find a killer in a jungle filled with killers - all of them cop haters.
NOW, BLUE JEANS ARE ALWAYS WORN TIGHT AND NARROW...
But there's tight and then there's tight. And when they fit as tight as a skin, more naked than naked, then they have a special swagger that doesn't quite go with the clean-cut kid next door.
I mean the switchblade-set swagger.
It goes with the black-leather jackets, and those lousy ducktail haircuts, and those sullen-faced kids from the slums.
And sometimes it goes with murder.