Oh, wait. I forgot one thing. The million bucks. There's no million bucks. Nobody even mentions a million bucks. But aside from that, it's a fine cover.
The narrator of the story is Nick Paulson, a tough young punk who's out for all he can get. He and his softie younger brother work at a down-at-the-heels resort hotel. The brother's a hard worker who believes in education and doing the right thing. Nick believes in doing unto others before they do unto him. He's out for himself and for money, and when he gets the chance to join in on a jewel heist, he's all for it. I don't want to spoil the plot for you, but things do not go as planned. Everybody's double-crossing everybody else, and this is one of those books that seems headed for a downbeat ending before the author starts sprinkling fairy dust. The ending seems fake. It fits the novel about like the cover does. Still, if you don't have a Gold Medal book at hand and you want to read something in the GM mold, this one might be okay.
I have no idea who Lawrence Fisher was or what happened to him. I see that someone by that name wrote a couple of crime novels for Random House, but that's about. Truly a forgotten writer, I suppose.
By the way, if you're a dog or cat lover, I recommend that you forget this book. It has a scene or two that will really upset you.