Smoked Out — Warren Murphy

HOW CRAZY DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO LIVE IN LAS VEGAS WITH A GORGEOUS, ORIENTAL, PART-TIME HOOKER -- AND CHASE KILLERS FOR A LIVING? ASK DIGGER!

His mother calls him Julian. His bookie calls him Mr. Burroughs. His friends call him Digger. He changes his name more often than his underwear. Makes his job easier. Insurance snoop. Six-foot-two of muscle and brains, well oiled by generous helpings of Finlandia vodka.

Now he's running roughshod over the smartset. Is the sudden death of a doctor's wife accident or murder? With a million-dollar insurance claim pending, Digger better find out.

He'll start his snoop as a party crasher at a Hollywood funeral, where the only one who doesn't mind is the corpse. But then everybody else is a suspect!