Angel was voluptuous child-woman, bouncing in and out of every bed in town, until she landed in the wrong one and found death was her lover. Then the town that had played voyeur to her indiscretions pounced upon Angel's husband Jim, branding him cuckold and killer and screaming for blood. But what could Jim do when even the D.A., last in a parade of Angel's lovers, was out to pin the murder on him? He had to find the one who had played Angel false or let an avenging Angel cheat him again. Only this time he would pay with his life...!

District Attorney Crosby was waiting for them in the lobby. He ignored Denton. "You tell him anything, Chief?"
"Nope." - "Tell me what?" Denton asked slowly....
"We think," he said in an acrid, bitter voice, "we've found your wife."
A little gavel began to tap on Denton's temple. "Found her? You think? What is this? What do you mean?"
District Attorney Ralph Crosby's lips flattened with a sort of enjoyment, and his nostrils flared. "It's hard to tell, Denton. She's been lying out there in the woods a week or more!"