The Cyanide Cocktail
was a real cool touch—the hallmark of a contemptuous and lethal dilettante. One after another the victims fell: the shipping magnate, the stripper, the thieving punk. And there was the near-miss with the magnate’s beautiful daughter, an unforgivable error about to be corrected.
Hawaii Five-O
—special task force of highly trained police on the world’s most exotic deadly beat—1600 miles of Polynesian islands where the cop is the gambler, playing a killing game with a faceless adversary . . .