"Kiss me, Kate," was an invitation that luscious Kate Arnheim almost never turned down, as a great many people discovered to their infinite pleasure. Patrick Hardy was one of them, and when a knife-wielding killer gave her one final kiss-off, blood wasn't the only red that Hardy saw.



Hunting suspects in Kate's little blue book was like going through a city telephone directory. Hardy found that he was learning more about his favorite sport than Dr. Reuben ever dreamed, he soon began to realize that the late, great Kate's love life could be the death of him …