RPM Record is cold in the marketplace; colder still is the label's mainstay, Lisa Wilde, dead after a sinister Mercedes nudges her car into a ravine. Her sometime lover, and RPM copywriter, saw it. But nobody wants to hear his version -- not the coroner's office, and especially not his boss, RPM prexy Marty Karp, who plans to unload his failing company to a vast German cartel and doesn't want anything to spoil the deal. Motta goes underground to investigate...
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