"I will kill the lady tonight at 8. What can you do about it?" — That's what the letter read. — Was she that new hooker in town, the one who let them rape her like a lady? Or Lady Jay Astor, the sensual, bawdy songstress, who belted out the porno in extreme good taste? Or Mrs. Bannister, a socialite mother who kept the purse strings too tight?
Twelve hours to find a crank or stop a killer. And there would be no second chance for "the Lady" if the boys of the 87th didn't guess right.
