The Corpse Next Door — John Farris

Like the hot seat fits a killer, that's how the frame fitted the kid. Then they found him hanged and knew it for murder. Which made a desperate assignment for Detective Sergeant Randall -- who had to find out if he himself were the murderer! He backtracked down his own trail with vengeful Stella -- with lovely Karis of the hot eyes -- with Roxy, the hood, who lived by lust. But what waited Randall at the murder's end? An honest cop, or -- the corpse next door?