by Derek Marlowe (The Viking Press, 1974)
Jacket design: Neil Stuart
The wheel spins aimlessly and comes to rest.
As does the girl—or what is left of her. She is dead on the Golden Gate Bridge at five in the morning.
The car she was driving crashed into the girders. It wasn't her car and she was too young to drive. But she was driving. Why? Maybe it wasn't an accident. Who is she? The only clue to her identity that the police have is a business card found in the wreckage. 'Brackett and Kemble,' it says.
And Walter Brackett, private detective, finds himself suddenly involved because a girl he met only once is dead under very peculiar circumstances.