The Conspirators

Up against the wall Private eye Hunt Cage had seen trouble before, but this was an overdose. First the fuzz lifted his license, then they charged him with first degree murder---for killing a cop. And now he was sharing a cell with a psychopath in a prison on the verge of a riot, and his only alibi was a sexy songstress who'd disappeared from the face of the earth. It was a slick gangland set-up, and if the brothers Cage didn't move fast, Hunt would fry in the chair for another man's crime.