Flight to Darkness/77 Rue Paradis

Flight to Darkness
I murdered my brother with a sculptor's mallet. But it was only a dream. It was a dream I always had. I hated my brother. I was going home to see him now, get it out of my system, and then spend the rest of my life hunting Leda. She was my wife and she belonged to me.

All I remember of that searing journey was the sun blazing down, and there, framed in the doorway, were my brother Frank and Leda, my lovely Judas wife. So when they found my brother with his head battered in by a sculptor's mallet, they said I had murdered him. But did I?

77 Rue Paradís
It began here for Baron—the whole grotesque skein of terror—here in this Marseilles street of despair, the street called the Rue Paradís. There was Gorssmann, fat and corrupt, who waited until Baron scraped bottom—and then blackmailed him into treason. And Lili, the dark, lovely gamin, who fell in love with Baron--and worked for the man determined to destroy him. Altogether for Frank Baron it was a small hell on the street called Paradise!