Shell Scott. He's a guy with a pistol in his pocket and murder on his mind. The crime world's public enemy number one, this Casanova is a sucker for a damsel in distress. When a pair of lovely legs saunters into his office, he can't help but take the job, even when the case is a killer. Shellís gotten himself into a heap of trouble this time. Jayís gotten himself killed, and his corpse is pointing a stiff finger directly at our tender-hearted private dick. Is it possible that he has been hypnotized? If so, then maybe the cops wonít mind that lie about his whereabouts that night. But lying on top of those white sheets with that sexy dame, now that couldnít be a figment of his imagination, could it? Nah, even Shell Scott canít come up with something that juicy.