Not the best mystery I've ever read, but it was a "period piece". I bought the book for the iconic cover art by Robert McGinnis. ( )

It's the fifties and it seems that, if you just scratch beneath the surface of middle class America, everywhere you look is graft and corruption and it seems as if the jukebox business is no different. Who gets to put their jukes in which bars and ice cream shops is important, particularly when the Chicago boys roll into town and challenge the local boss. It's a battle of mean hoodlum versus hoodlum and crooked promoter against crooked hoodlum.

This one is filled withhardboiled goodness and you feel as if you are a part of this cooked war. In some ways, it reminded me of Orrie Hitt's crooked radio promoters and sleazy insurance salesmen. It's as if you took a dip into a period of time where everyone is leaning on everyone and everyone is double crossing everyone.
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