Kiss of The Devil's Breath
A seedy tale from the
files of Frank Mango
files of Frank Mango
Here’s the scoop. Once there was Marlow, now there’s Mango,
Frank Mango, a new detective doing his job in a very old
fashioned way, an unlikely hero in an age of computers,
gadgets, and gizmos. Two dead bodies have been discarded
along the Sunset Strip, both aspiring actresses, women of
talent and ambition in a town renown for eating you up and
spitting you out. Who really cares about these nobodies?
Mums the word—with the Academy Awards just days off, the
powers that be are determined to sweep the dead under the
carpet at least until Oscar can take his gratuitous bow.
There are, however, wrinkles in this plan of deception, most
notably the disappearance of yet another woman, a killer
whose sniper rifle is trained on the fabled red carpet, and
a throwback detective who doesn’t like to get pushed around.
Frank Mango, a new detective doing his job in a very old
fashioned way, an unlikely hero in an age of computers,
gadgets, and gizmos. Two dead bodies have been discarded
along the Sunset Strip, both aspiring actresses, women of
talent and ambition in a town renown for eating you up and
spitting you out. Who really cares about these nobodies?
Mums the word—with the Academy Awards just days off, the
powers that be are determined to sweep the dead under the
carpet at least until Oscar can take his gratuitous bow.
There are, however, wrinkles in this plan of deception, most
notably the disappearance of yet another woman, a killer
whose sniper rifle is trained on the fabled red carpet, and
a throwback detective who doesn’t like to get pushed around.