Devil Met a Lady

Hired as a bodyguard for diva Bette Davis, this wisecracking Hollywood PI better fasten his seat belt, it's going to be a bumpy night. Bette Davis has three words to describe her hotel hideaway: "e;What a dump!"e; After two days locked in a rented room with the acid-tongued actress, private eye Toby Peters is starting to feel like he's her husband instead of Arthur Farnsworth and he wants a divorce. The diva's real hubby an aeronautics engineer with a head full of government secrets and a gang of blackmailers on his trail has hired Peters to keep Bette safe from kidnappers. But when thugs burst through the hotel room door, it's almost a relief. Almost . . . Because Peters still has a job to do. And to rescue the snatched star, he needs to crack a Nazi spy ring while at the same time keeping a bit of indiscreet evidence involving Bette and Howard Hughes from falling into the wrong hands . . . "e;For anyone with a taste for old Hollywood B-movie mysteries, Edgar winner [Stuart M.] Kaminsky offers plenty of nostalgic fun"e; in the Toby Peters mysteries. "e;The tone is light, the pace brisk, the tongue firmly in cheek"e; (Publishers Weekly).