"Jack Daly?" Judy looked at me. "He's a very good doctor. He's famous at the hospital."
"Oh, famous is he?" I said. "I don't often like famous people." Judy looked into my eyes. "Oh, come on, Detective Laine," she said, "you like him I watched you with him. All the women like him."
One week later Dr. Daly is dead and Flick Laine of the Denver Police Department is looking for his killer.