By Franklin W. Dixon
Occasionally even lifeless males can murder.
Frank and Joe are investigating a chain of gangland killings. Crime kingpin Josh Moran is lifeless and buried, yet his murderous legacy lives on. In his will, he left $10 million to be divided between his enemies. The capture is that the money may be paid in 3 months -- to people who survive!
The Hardys locate themselves in a perilous race opposed to time, for one of many beneficiaries of Moran's blood funds is a former detective for the NYPD -- their very own father, Fenton Hardy. Frank and Joe needs to unmask the triggerman sooner than the lifeless man's hit checklist reaches into their very own relations!
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