Death Smells of Cordite

Russ Farran has a plush mansion and millions stashed away in the bank, all garnered from his 1950s Los Angeles aeronautics empire. But that empire is teetering on the brink of bankruptcy, due to a series of persistent labor strikes that seem to be provoked by agitators. Then he encounters an old friend, a private investigator, lying next to his desk with a neat, blue-rimmed hole in his head. The c...