Lou Roebuck's trouble began with a little lie, that's all it was, but it had made him a hunted man. The lie led to his being fired from his job, then came the final fight with his wife, his wild impulse to run down that slob Ingrahm when he stepped out in front of Roebuck's Thunderbird. And now where was he? A murderer on the lam in a crummy motel with a dazed dame sprawled naked on the sheets next to him. It wasn't just that the cops were after him - it was Ingrahm's pal, Gipp, who, Roebuck knew, would never give up the case.
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