It happened in Hotel Duarte, a bullet length from the Great White Way, where life begins at eight-forty-and often ends by midnight with a couple of murders.For instance, the murder of a dumb welterweight who took his dive-and got paid off in lead.He was the brother of Johnny Killain's gal, and that was pure bad luck for the fight mob-because Killain went in swinging with no referee to call him off.This great big deadly weapon of a man knew every dirty punch ever invented-and he would use them all to find the killer...