If you're a Negro private eye from up North, you find it tricky sledding in a small Ohio town, close to the Kentucky border.
But the small town was where Toussaint Moore felt he had to be, to find evidence that would get him off the hook—A real sharp one: Moore was being framed for the murder of a white man.
Moore didn't fit into the town at all. He drove a high-powered sports car, and he believed in standing up for his rights. Fortunately, he found friends—including …