The Arizona alcohol rehab ranch was no picnic for J.P. Beaumont. First they stuck him in a room with a sleazy, teen-age drug dealer named Joey Rothman. Then they sicked the local law on him when the punk was discovered shot dead with Beaumont's own .38. But the party responsible for Joey's early check-out wasn't satisfied with simply framing Beaumont for murder. Suddenly the Seattle detective faced a choice of fates far more unpleasant than cold turkey: a long stay in the State cooler...or even a longer stay beneath the cold ground.