Up against the wall
Private eye Hunt Cage had seen trouble before, but this was an overdose. First the fuzz lifted his license, then they charged him with first degree murder---for killing a cop. And now he was sharing a cell with a psychopath in a prison on the verge of a riot, and his only alibi was a sexy songstress who'd disappeared from the face of the earth.
It was a slick gangland set-up, and if the brothers Cage didn't move fast, Hunt would fry in the chair for another man's crime.