Your name's Joe Marlin, but you change it almost as often as you change your shirt. It's David Gavilan when you skip a hotel bill and head for Atlantic City. You left empty-handed, and you need luggage to check into a decent hotel, so you grab two checked bags before the owner turns up to claim them. They're monogrammed L.K.B.-so now your name is Leonard K. Blake. But you're not the only L.K.B. in Atlantic City. L. Keith Brassard is the owner of...

Joe Marlin was a con artist until he met Mona, the girl who gave him a dream of a rose-covered cottage and straight-arrow living and a nightmare involving the biggest con of all...murder.