Bite the Big Apple Jun 18, 1997

The city in July, a hot apple pie. Enter an ice queen, a dame, a dish, a tomato. She'd been on more laps than a napkin. She could work a man like a summer job. I'm Slate, Sam Slate, private dick. The man that has the misfortune of getting tangled in her web. As the concrete jungle heats up, so does the steamy sex in this story of murder and intrigue. The moral of the story: Watch the teeth! Don't let her Bite the Big Apple!