A GUY, A GIRL, A BOAT, A BOTTLE...
...an ideal set-up for an afternoon's fun. The girl was me, Honey West, fun-loving private eye and we were all a couple of miles out in the Pacific off Mexico. The boat was out of gas, but the guy wasn't...
I don't know what would have happened--the sun was warm, the bottle 94 proof, and I was shedding my inhibitions...when suddenly the fun stopped.
A plane came out of nowhere, and a very ugly machine gun began splintering the deck--and the line of bullets ran straight toward me!
Honey West matches wits and trades bullets with the most vicious crime syndicate south of the Border!