Thursday, February 16, 2012

The Ravagers by Donald Hamilton

Mission #8 The Ravagers

It was not a peaceful way to die. But there was nothing Matt Helm could do for him now. Scratch one agent. Cross off the pretty boy with the face women just couldn't resist. The poor bastard was lying dead in a Canadian motel room, with no face at all. It had been eaten away with acid, corroded beyond all recognition. And the most likely patsy was a women Matt had orders to protect, no matter what the cost. 

Printing History
Written by Donald Hamilton

copyright 1964.

Fawcett Gold Medal 
k1452 Sept 1965 (0.40)
T2366 (0.75)

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