Nobody seems to want Zach to stay around, except for a beautiful blonde named Enid Murphy, so he's pretty sure he's right about the murder. Naturally he does some amateur sleuthing, which puts him and his daughter in danger.
This novel, from 1957, is very short, only 116 pages, and that's one of the problems with it. The relationship between Zach and Enid doesn't have time to develop. It just happens, and it's hard to believe. Other characters don't have any time to develop, and nothing is done with Zach's line of work. He might just as well have been a baseball player or a grocery clerk. But I'm not complaining, really. The story zips along, and the writing is sharp, and Marsten gives us a photo of a time and a place that's hard to beat. And it sure won't take you long to read it.