Harry Isn't Sure It's Murder

Private eye Harry Bittercress is shivering through a February afternoon in his poorly heated office when, like a hiss from his leaky radiator, in strolls a steamy sexpot from his past.She tests Harry's morals while retaining him to find her missing brother's body, convinced that he was murdered by his wife. But she meanwhile insists her husband isn't dead. "He ran off with some floozy."Is it murder or not? Harry isn't sure. He must get to the bottom of that mystery while avoiding death himself.