Vic Eton, ex-LAPD detective, was happy tracking down stolen movie studio equipment, taking his thirteen-year-old daughter fishing, and tinkering with his classic Morgan.  Now he has a client who's a high-class hooker and a case involving a teenage corpse.  The kid was tortured, shot, and crucified under the Hollywood sign.

It looks like the work of a psychopath.  Then a second body blows every theory to blazes.  A twisted trail leads from an eccentric escort service to Rodeo Drive and the lavish estate of a Hollywood legend.  When nothing makes sense, Eton's motto is: Make something happen.  But he's peering into Hollywood's darkest corners, stirring up ugly secrets, and what Vic Eton makes happen could make him dead.

Fifty thousand is a lot of money for a week's work.  Flamboyant Mackenzie Gordon will pay it to find his daughter.  She's a beautiful fourteen-year-old who's run off with crucial preproduction materials for his latest film.  The conditions: not a word to the police, the press, or the girl's very famous film-star mother.  

A tough P.I., Vic Eton doesn't do runaways.  But with a teenager, of his own, he knows the dark side of Hollywood too well to say no.  Then suddenly, Gordon is blown out of the picture, the scenario turns sleazy, and Eton is racing from the homes of Hollywood royalty, to the Sunset Strip and beyond, where love is money, power is the ultimate aphrodisiac, and death is the final payoff.