Suddenly there was an electrifying fanfare from the orchestra, and bright blue moonlight flared out from the semi-circle of spots on the floor.Dorinda leaped from nowhere. The clean, taut lines of her slim, nude body were breathtakingly beautiful. Abandon and wild desire were in every movement of her lovely, supple form.Just a sweet little college girl from a nice family taking some extra curricular courses in exotic dancing at a joint called La Roma.No one could dance like Dorinda. Shayne had to admit she was dynamite, but her explosive act was about to be broken up by murder.

Wanda Weatherby had made her final pitch half an hour before when she phoned Mike with an urgent plea for help.He'd been curious about her — who she was and what she wanted from him, and what she meant to the other people who had called him earlier.Now she'd never be able to tell him or anyone. So Mike had to fill in the details himself and none of them were pretty.Strange parties, blackmail and murder were just a few of the ugly facts Shayne has to uncover to find out… What Really Happened.