Who is murdering the Eastern States Football League officials in Vanmer, Pennsylvania? And why is the killer using Vanmer Vipers’ helmets as murder weapons? Johnny Knight, photojournalist for the Independent, takes on one of the most dangerous jobs and responsibilities he has ever attempted. As he begins to unravel clues about the Helmet Killer murders, he uncovers a gambling ring involving numerous Viper players and a real estate mogul with a town full of secrets. And what about the missing money from the first victim, a whopping nine hundred thousand dollars? Is a Viper footballer paying off his steep gambling debts by murdering well-to-do officials? Along the way, Johnny falls in love with two very attractive and different men -- the sexy owner of McMuscles Gym, Matthew McDestin, and the jockish running back for the Vanmer Vipers, Beckley Roarke. Both have a piece of Johnny's heart, and both really don't want to share Johnny. So what's a detective to do when he's seeing two hotties at the same time? Can Johnny piece together the puzzle of murder and bring the Helmet Killer to justice, putting Vanmer at peace again?

Double Coverage

Francine hated children and called them fiery demons. Being one of seven siblings, she loathed the idea of “family” and had no intention of ever getting married or reproducing; so much for my happy ever life with children. Instead, she relished short-term relationships with sexy Italian men who knew how to kick and pass a football. She was not a whore but did have the tendency to go from one jock to the next, finding joy in their sweat, abundance of muscles, and piggish charm. 4: He Only Has Eyes for You


I sat at the bar and ordered a tuna on rye and a Long Island iced tea for lunch. Francine gave me an extra pickle on the side. While serving the food to me, she leaned across the bar and giggled. “All the beefcakes in here think you want their pickle.”


I rolled my eyes, grinned, and said, “None of them will have me.”


“That’s not true, Johnny, and you know it.”


“I’ve been single for three months. I’m used goods. No one wants to share their pickle with me.”


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