The Surfside Caper - Louis Trimble

Larry Flynn was a special investigator for hotels. And though the swanky Surfside Lodge was not in his bailiwick, he was willing to answer the call for help from the pretty widow that ran it.

He'd owed her husband a personal debt, and it looked like a good opportunity to repay it. Besides, there was something mighty strange about her sudden telegram.

Now, as he pushed his fast sports car towards the plush resort, he tried to think of what the mystery might be. When a truck came along, rammed him, and tried to force him off the mountain road at the cliff's edge, Flynn had at least part of the answer. It was murder, and it looked as if instead of resting at the Surfside that night, he'd be taking the long sleep at the cliffside bottom.