Helen had been running so long...so long...It seemed impossible that a few short months ago she was a happy young bride, married to a man she passionately loved, with a perfect life stretching before her. -- A savage slaying had shattered all that. The police were hunting her. Her handsome husband could contact her only through scrawled notes at secret drop-off points. And in this secluded bungalow in Hollywood that was her last hope of safety, Helen suddenly realized that her mysterious, murderous pursuers had tracked her down, and were closing in for the kill...
Helen Gates was tempted to walk into the nearest police station and give herself up. She was wanted for questioning about the strange disappearance of her husband. The police suspected her of murdering him. Her brief marriage to Will Gates had been without a shadow until that terrifying day when he had told her that they would both have to go into hiding. His friend Harry Fitzhugh had involved him in a terrible crime. A thief and a murderer, Fitz had even threatened to kill her. Now bound to silence by her loyalty to Will, she had drifted around Hollywood, living in furnished apartments, moving on when she suspected someone had seen through her disguise. The months of nomad existence, of the constant fear of being recognised, had become unbearable. Only the few fleeting glimpses she had had of Will, the letter he had sent her each time she had moved to a new apartment, made it possible for her to go on a little longer. (From the book jacket)