Does anyone write back-cover copy like this anymore?
SUSPENSE ON A RAMPAGE
The moment the Interpol agent and his lovely assistants landed in Holland they were in Dutch.
He was after a drug ring. Who was after him?
First someone killed his contact.
Then he ran up against a lethal room clerk.
Then a bunch of cute Olde Worlde hay dancers went for him with pitchforks.
Then he got mixed up with some macabre puppet makers.
It was a Netherlands nightmare—and no waking up.
PUPPET ON A CHAIN
I mean, how could you not pay 95 cents for this book with a come-on like that? The Interpol agent doesn't even need a name! Uncut excitement, baby.
