The misadventures of two curiously matched wayfarers as they race along old US 50, the loneliest highway across the nation, eluding thugs and murderers, but not their own obsession with each other. Who murdered the man in Betty Ruth Jordan's motel cabin? Who slashed all her clothing to shreds? Why? If she was innocent, why was a Colorado Detective following her across Utah and Nevada? Why were Chicago thugs pursuing her? Why was her mysterious Michael haunting them? Why did she keep crawling into his bed? Questions circled in Judge Hudson's head like hungry gnats. The most puzzling question of all: What was Judge Harold J. Hudson going to do about all this?
This novel is written for adult enjoyment. It is sensual, but not prurient; exciting yet not gross.
R.H.E. Crawford, retired lawyer and sometimes journalist turns his hand to cataloging misadventures. Crawford was born in southern Indiana, raised in southern California. He spent some 20 years in government service, then another 20 in legal service. A veteran of the Korean Police Action, he has spent most of his life avoiding further conflict. He now resides in semi-retirement in northern California, feeding horses, chickens, cats and dogs. Oh yes, and writing mystery novels.