Case of the Vanishing Beauty
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 1 of the Shell Scott series
SHELL SCOTT, the shamus who has Sherlock whirling in his grave...the wacky knight-errant of gorgeous gals who leaves a trail of beautiful bodies behind him (not all of em dead)...the private eye who's every killer's public enemy. This is the first book in this action-packed mystery series. The Case of the Vanishing Beauty began when one beauty vanished from sight and another died in a hail of bullets. Next on the murder list was lovely Lina...Lina who was hotter than a welder's torch...and Shell Scott had left his asbestos suit at home.
Bodies In Bedlam
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 2 of the Shell Scott series
Constanza Carmocha was unarmed, that is, she didn't have a gun. Well, she really didn't need one, either. Because she had all the weapons that have ruined men from time immemorial or better said - time immoral. One unlucky guy ended up with his throat slit because of her, and another was about to be bumped off. She was surrounded by a guy who resembled a shaved ape, and he looked as though he could pick himself up with one hand. But the hand isn't always quicker than the private eye, and Shell Scott was sure to get to the bottom of this deadly dame.
Everybody Had A Gun
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 3 of the Shell Scott series
Shell Scott's mental contemplation was rudely interrupted when his office door was suddenly opened and an unpleasant little man walked in with a .45 caliber automatic pointed right at Shell's midsection. Unknown to Shell Scott, some guy named Sader wanted Shell eliminated permanently. Why, is the question? Shell had never heard of Sader. His answer came in the form of a red-headed bombshell in high heels who distracted the hood long enough for Shell to connect hard on the guy's chin. But before he could get the answers he needed, the red-head disappeared...
Find This Woman
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 4 of the Shell Scott series
J. Harrison Bing after receiving no word from his daughter in nearly a year, went to her home in L.A. only to find she had sold the home and left without a trace. He hired a Los Angeles P. I. named William Carter to track her down and after calling from Vegas, he also disappeared. Now it is Shell Scott's turn. Assuming a simple case of finding a missing person, Shell finds out the hard way that he has bitten into an elephant. When the hoods close in and the bullets start flying Shell discovers he is the target, and there is more to this case than first realized...
Dagger of Flesh
by Richard S. Prather
read by Heath Kizzier
Part 5 of the Shell Scott series
When business owner and personal friend Jay Weather is murdered, all the evidence points to P.I. Mark Logan as the killer. Logan knows he didn't do it...or does he? It is his .357 found next to the body, and he can't remember where he was, or what he did the night of the murder. There is one thing Logan does know. Jay came to see him the day before he died, and his friend was clearly scared and confused. So scared, Jay had signed over his business to Logan for safe keeping, and so confused he was seeing imaginary green parrots, and having strange compulsions to do things completely out of character...like changing his will. Suddenly Logan starts finding more frequent gaps in his memory, and uncharacteristic overpowering urges that he finds impossible to ignore. But that's not all - now the police have discovered another corpse.
Darling It's Death
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 6 of the Shell Scott series
"I'm trying to get back in shape," she said. Man, if her shape got any better she'd be banned for just walking down the street. I'm Shell Scott, private eye, and my job was to guard her day - yeah, and night. I didn't have a chance to discuss these points with her because I saw the man walking toward us. There was only one of him but he seemed to outnumber me. He was so big I was surprised his feet didn't leave holes behind him in the concrete. "Shell Scott," he rumbled. "Shake." I hardly dared. "The boss says for you to get out of town. If you don't, he says for me to kill you..."
Darling It's Death
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 6 of the Shell Scott series
"I'm trying to get back in shape," she said. Man, if her shape got any better she'd be banned for just walking down the street. I'm Shell Scott, private eye, and my job was to guard her day - yeah, and night. I didn't have a chance to discuss these points with her because I saw the man walking toward us. There was only one of him but he seemed to outnumber me. He was so big I was surprised his feet didn't leave holes behind him in the concrete. "Shell Scott," he rumbled. "Shake." I hardly dared. "The boss says for you to get out of town. If you don't, he says for me to kill you..."
Way of The Wanton
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 7 of the Shell Scott series
"There was a fire in her eyes that was scorching me - me, who couldn't tell whether a dame wanted to kiss me or kill me! No matter how you look at it, 36-22-35 are magic numbers. They have a real message for me. I'm Shell Scott, the private eye, and I'm very good at figures. You might say I follow them very carefully. I've been following this one for several days and learned her name is Sherry. I hated to think she was mixed in murder. But somebody was planning to send me to my friendly neighborhood mortician and I had to find out who - or die trying."
The Scrambled Yeggs
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 8 of the Shell Scott series
A rash of hit and run deaths in Los Angeles has the press in an uproar. The police have no clue as to the primary cause and the deceased are all men who appear to have been brutalized prior to the time of the accident. But there are other aspects to the case and Shell Scott has been hired by a not so upstanding night club owner to investigate. When Shell discovers a murder for hire conspiracy with overtones of blackmail, he finds himself looking down the barrel of a .32 caliber automatic and no apparent method of escape. But Shell Scott doesn't die easily...
Always Leave 'Em Dying
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 9 of the Shell Scott series
"The strait jacket's canvas held my arms tight. My six-two was horizontal on a stretcher and the two bruisers carried it and my 205 pounds easily down the long corridor. I was confused as modern art, and being in this stupid asylum didn't help. I was dumped onto a bed, yelling like a fiend. A needle, a stinging sensation in my neck and it was lights out for me. I awoke with a light beaming upon my face. A blade moved upward through the beam of light. And suddenly I was wide awake, thinking: This idiot is about to stab me! Me? I'm Shell Scott private eye and I'm in a lot of trouble..."
Pattern for Panic
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 10 of the Shell Scott series
Amador Montalba, Mexico City guide, and good friend of Shell Scott, alerts Scott to a wealthy woman in Mexico City who needs help. Shell is in Mexico City winding up another case and decides to follow up on the lead. Senora Lopez, wife of a prominent Mexican General, was secretly filmed during an extra-marital sex liaison with another man. After several payoffs to a blackmailer, she decides to turn the case over to Shell Scott. But the case is not one of simple blackmail. Communists appear to be involved, and the local police want Shell Scott in their jail...permanently..
Too Many Crooks
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 11 of the Shell Scott series
They say that even the strongest man secretly wants to feel wanted. He even hopes to have some woman take care of him. Well, my cup was running over. Me? I'm Shell Scott, the human target for every gun in the State of California. And that's no private eyewash...I was made to feel wanted all right...by the city, county and state police. And there was a woman with a nasty little .32 in her tiny hand, well she was just dying to take care of me, permanently. Everywhere I turned, somebody was trying to help me plan what to do with the rest of my life...most of them were volunteering to end it for me!
Strip for Murder
by Richard S. Prather
read by Heath Kizzier
Part 12 of the Shell Scott series
Suspicious and dangerous accidents were happening. People were dying, including the private eye I had been sent to replace. I didn't like it. But hey, that's what I'm hired to do. I deal daily with murder and mayhem. The real problem was when I had to go
The Wailing Frail
by Richard S. Prather
read by Heath Kizzier
Part 13 of the Shell Scott series
She yanked the door open with a crash and said, "Gran--," but then stopped and stared at me. She was nude as a noodle. "You're not Grandma!" I said, "No, I'm Shell Scott, and you're not grandma either!" She slammed the door in my face.
Three's A Shroud
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 16 of the Shell Scott series
Shell Scott is hired to help State Senator Paul Hershey gather information against Joe Blake, one of the biggest crooks Los Angeles has ever produced. Joe Blake is the kingpin behind the opposition party to Paul Hershey's re-election. Blake is backing the candidate against Hershey, a Blake pawn, and using smear and innuendo in an increasingly vicious campaign. Hershey's only defense against this onslaught is to get the information that will put Blake behind bars. That's where Shell Scott comes in. But crossing Joe Blake was usually Russian roulette with no empty chambers and you first. So Shell was particularly careful about preventing his investigation from leaking out. Unfortunately it already has...
Slab Happy
by Richard Prather
read by Heath Kizzier
Part 17 of the Shell Scott series
Every bloodthirsty hoodlum, every trigger-happy gunman in the state of California had that song on his lips. I didn't like it. I'm no music lover and, what's more, I was the rascal they were dying to kill. Me. Shell Scott.
Take A Murder Darling
by Richard S. Prather
read by Maynard Villers
Part 18 of the Shell Scott series
The scarlet bikini which had covered a minimum of the eye-popping curves on the dead woman, lay at her feet, and my eyes focused on her as glassily as did the dead man's next to her. He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of. Me? I'm Shell Scott, private detective and I'm wondering why anybody in his right mind would commit such a complicated murder, but I'm certainly going to find out...
Over Her Dear Body
by Richard S. Prather
read by Heath Kizzier
Part 19 of the Shell Scott series
We were dancing, my client and I. But it was much more than just a dance. It was like doing the fox trot and getting your pants pressed at the same time. Or an anatomy lesson in four-four rhythm. I believe in the personal touch when it comes to a client a
Dance with the Dead
by Richard Prather
read by Heath Kizzier
Part 21 of the Shell Scott series
There were twelve of them. Bottoms, that is. Au naturel. The most eye-wrecking collection of derrieres ever to pop out of a printed page. The "WOW' pin-up girls...one for each month of the year. No faces, no names, not even swaddling clothes...