the killer sex game
How much would you pay for an hour of kinky sex with a beautiful woman? One thousand? Four thousand? More?
How about with your life?
That appears to be the case with an elite escort service in New York for which scantily-clad bodies and dead bodies seem to go hand in hand.
Enter Frank Boff, the morally-challenged but irresistible rogue investigator. Boff is hired to find the killer of a legendary Cuban boxer who defected to the States. The boxer's death was an execution. One bullet to the forehead. One behind each ear. The questions facing Boff are why was the boxer killed, and who did it? In order to find the answers, Boff ventures once again onto the Dark Side, where things aren't always what they appear to be.
As he investigates, new bodies start piling up. At first glance, the stiffs seem unconnected. But when Boff begins to connect the dots, he realizes he may be up against powerful people as sinister and dangerous as any he's ever butted heads with. Making matters worse, they're gunning for him.
First they ransack his apartment and clock his son on the head with a gun. Then they wire a bomb under his car. Suddenly it's more than just a case he was hired to do. Now it's personal.
Dead-set on making the people behind the murders pay, Boff orchestrates a dark, twisted endgame scenario that turns the hunters into the hunted and steamrolls toward the only conclusion that will satisfy him: a bloodletting.
How about with your life?
That appears to be the case with an elite escort service in New York for which scantily-clad bodies and dead bodies seem to go hand in hand.
Enter Frank Boff, the morally-challenged but irresistible rogue investigator. Boff is hired to find the killer of a legendary Cuban boxer who defected to the States. The boxer's death was an execution. One bullet to the forehead. One behind each ear. The questions facing Boff are why was the boxer killed, and who did it? In order to find the answers, Boff ventures once again onto the Dark Side, where things aren't always what they appear to be.
As he investigates, new bodies start piling up. At first glance, the stiffs seem unconnected. But when Boff begins to connect the dots, he realizes he may be up against powerful people as sinister and dangerous as any he's ever butted heads with. Making matters worse, they're gunning for him.
First they ransack his apartment and clock his son on the head with a gun. Then they wire a bomb under his car. Suddenly it's more than just a case he was hired to do. Now it's personal.
Dead-set on making the people behind the murders pay, Boff orchestrates a dark, twisted endgame scenario that turns the hunters into the hunted and steamrolls toward the only conclusion that will satisfy him: a bloodletting.