Colder Than the Grave — Raymond Haigh

Green eyes, hair like a burning sunset: the men couldn't take their eyes off the widow at the funeral. When she told private eye Paul Lomax what her problem was, he thought she'd gone grief-crazy. He figured the case would be more hassle than a roundup on a kangaroo farm, but he needed the cash and she seemed to have stacks. And when he began his investigation into the drugs scene and the beautiful women who were its victims, all hell broke loose...