A flashing neon light... A seedy hotel room... A down and out excop with a chip on his shoulder and a bottle in his hand... and sex on his mind. Robert McCallum's erotic tale of greed, decadence and seduction sinks deep into the sleazy underbelly of L.A.'s notorious tenderloin... where nothing is taboo... forbidden or even questioned... if you've got the price... the muscle... or both. It's a case of who's doing who... missing stiffs... 38' specials & loose lips... With this kind of beat even Dirty Harry would break into a cold sweat...