The Night People were an urban myth, weren't they?A bunch of freaks and other deformed men and women who preferred their own company to that of the people who hated and reviled them. It was said they lived in the sewers beneath New York City, with all the snakes and alligators. People laughed at the idea that such a society could live, undetected, beneath the busiest metropolis in the world.But Larry Kent knew different. The Night People existed, all right, and they were friends of his.When multi-millionaire Gordon Pierson's daughter was kidnapped—apparently by the normally peaceful Night People—he hired Larry to find her and bring her home again.He dare not fail ... because if he did, Pierson promised to mobilize the National Guard and clean out the sewers with guns and flamethrowers.The fate of the Night People lay in Larry's hands.

Larry Kent's old buddy Jim Calloway was murdered over a woman ... so they said. But who was the woman? No one seemed to know—not even Jim's killer. Larry suspected the woman was just a diversion. There was another reason for Jim's death. And just maybe it had something to do with his job with the Narcotics Bureau. Only thing was, Jim was a minor official at the Bureau, no one with any clout, just a desk-jockey. One thing for certain. There were people out there—important people—who wanted to bury the case. And if they couldn't kill Larry to stop him investigating, then just maybe they could send him to Cuba in search of a missing man. After all, he'd be easier to rub out in a foreign country ... (Book 540)

The San Rameo Cross was an artifact of enormous religious significance ... and a not-so-small fortune in cold, hard cash. ...When he decided to investigate the murder of a fellow private eye, Larry Kent found himself caught up in a web of intrigue as greedy men and women vied to own the near-priceless relic.First to come forward was Emanuel Constatine, a fussy little man who hated violence and yet was prepared to kill to get what he wanted. Then there was Alice Gordon, a seductive woman for certain, but also one of many secrets. The same could be said for the scheming, sable-haired Marina Koch. But most deadly of them all was the skeletal Hendrick Fluger, a man described as the devil himself, and whose name was only ever spoken in terrified whispers!

Larry Kent was on his way back to New York, fresh from a fishing vacation in the Gulf. When he stopped off in the city of Faro his plan was to get a drink and something to eat and then move on. But the bartender at the Green Light made the mistake of serving him a Mickey Finn and then robbing him.Larry woke up in a deserted alleyway with a pounding headache ... and inadvertently became the star witness in the cold-blooded murder of a prominent businessman.He quickly discovered that Faro was hock-deep in corruption. The Mafia was planning to move in and take over completely. Only Larry stood between the mob and their latest conquest. So he became a marked man ... and every hitman around intended to collect on that Big Contract.

It started with the name 'Emanuel Kadaver' and a New York address ... both of which were written on one side of a five-hundred dollar bill. Intrigued, Larry Kent went along discover just what his mysterious benefactor wanted. Next thing he knew he was stranded fifteen hundred miles from home with two whole days missing from his memory.Who had dumped him on a lonely, humid island in the middle of the Louisiana swamplands? Aside from Kadaver, there were only two other suspects—a tawny-haired swamp girl named Becky, who longed to become a woman, and the mysterious Miss Baines, whose gloomy, run-down mansion was patrolled by dogs who had been trained not just to defend, but to kill.Only one thing was for sure—if Larry didn't clear himself of the neatest frame-up he'd ever encountered, he had an appointment with the electric chair ...

Jacob Troy was an old man who had it all; a movie-star wife, a vast and thriving business empire—even a castle he'd bought in Germany and had transplanted brick-by-brick onto some of Hollywood's primest real estate. But he wanted more. That's why he had hired mobster Danny Hester to put the squeeze on nightclub owner Paul Huntsman.Huntsman hired Larry Kent to find a connection between Troy and Hester that would stand up in a court of law. If he could expose Troy, then he could ruin him.Almost before Larry took the case, however, things moved fast. A case of kidnap, a sadistic beating, a neat little frame-up and a grisly murder, just for starters.What should have been a straightforward assignment soon found Larry Kent fighting for his life.(Book 529)

It was a game of cat and mouse right from the start. Mallory Queen, a former State Department man who'd gone freelance, had a plan.He wanted to trade Willis Browning, a CIA-held double-agent, to the Russians in return for a spy named Vordak, who possessed a vast amount of information relating to Russia's space program.The CIA would never willingly release its prisoner, of course, but because Vordak was the bigger prize, Queen decided to snatch Browning away from them. So he enlisted private eye Larry Kent-a former CIA man himself-to mastermind the kidnap ...Even if it meant that Larry had to sell out some of his closest friends to do it.

The cops said Robert Lawson's death was suicide. Larry Kent believed it was murder – and set out to prove it. Along the way he found himself threatened by a casino boss and a beautiful feminist, an irate cop and a sleazy loan shark. But nothing – and no amount of bodies – was going to stop him from uncovering Lawson's killer, and the reason he had to die ... nothing. (Book 760)

Larry Kent was on the trail of a master blackmailer. Whoever he was, he was making a fortune from his victims' misery. One of those victims was a friend of Larry's, so that made it personal. It also made him determined to find the blackmailer and deal with him by any means necessary, legal or otherwise ...But first he had to find his man – always assuming it was a man he was after. There were plenty of women in the frame, too, from the cold-hearted secretary, Lisa Crane, to the dope-addled good-time girl, Jane Davis. Then there was Ralph Harlowe, the actor who'd hit hard times, Denison, the financier who doubled as an amateur hypnotist, and even the one person who should have been above any suspicion at all ... a tough cop called Kruger! (Book 750)

The all-female commune was run by a movement that called itself The Angels of Love, but as far as Larry Kent could see, there wasn't much love around. The place was cut off from the rest of the world by a nine-foot chain link fence, and the perimeter was patrolled twenty-four hours a day by rifle-wielding guards and vicious attack dogs.Larry's assignment was to rescue eighteen year-old Ann Brady from the commune's clutches. It was a tall order, but Larry was prepared to risk everything to return the girl to the safety of her widowed father. Besides, he had his own score to settle with the commune's boss-lady—the so-called White Angel of Love.Too bad he didn't realize she also had a score to settle with him ...

Reena Avery was caught up in the skin game. That's why her husband killed her. Or so it seemed. But when Larry Kent looked Phil Avery in the eye, he was as sure as he could be that the man was innocent. From that moment on, he set out to find the real killer. But the real killer was always one step ahead of him, and every time Larry found a witness ... the witness turned up dead!

When Larry Kent said goodbye to Eve Delmar, she was alive. The next morning she turned up dead—shot to death. But who wanted to kill her, and why? The chief suspect was her estranged husband ... but he was a friend of Larry's, and when he denied murder, Larry believed him.So he set out to find the real killer and save his friend from a hot date with the electric chair.But the case soon turned even more complicated. What part did nightclub owner Earl Salem play in it all? How did a seven-year old, out-of-state murder tie in to it?It was only when someone decided that Larry himself should be his next victim that he realized he was up against something bigger than he could have possibly suspected.

Karen Cambridge was murdered in a most unusual manner ... poisoned by a dart tipped with curare.The police did the best they could, but even after weeks of investigation they were no closer to catching her killer than they had been at the beginning.So Karen's wealthy father put Larry Kent on the case. But Larry ran into trouble as soon as he started snooping around. A psychotic stalker with a knife didn't like the way he befriended Karen's man-hungry friend Rita Dell. The cops warned him off the case because they were scared he'd make them look incompetent.And then the body count started to rise, as one by one, the only people who could offer him a key to Karen's murder were themselves being disposed of ...

The most difficult killer to catch is the one who doesn't realize he's a killer! That was Larry Kent's dilemma when he signed on to protect beautiful actress Valerie Nash.Whoever he was, the mystery murderer was two distinct personalities in one ... and the dark side of him was slowly but surely gaining dominance.As bodies started piling up, Larry uncovered one man's dirty secret and another's violent past. But even when he worked out who the killer was, there was still one more problem to overcome ... to make the man realize just how many lives he'd taken in the name of his twisted love for Valerie ...

A scientist in Switzerland had perfected a synthetic fuel that was cheaper and cleaner than oil ... and everyone wanted to get their hands on it. Some wanted to make it available to the world. Others wanted to make sure the formula never saw the light of day again.The key to finding it lay with private eye Larry Kent, who was pressed back into service by his old masters at the CIA. And yet he soon defected to the cause of a power-hungry billionaire recluse who wanted to rule the world.What was he doing? He was supposed to be one of the good guys ... wasn't he? And yet he seemed to be playing both ends against middle – for his own gain!