Chicago, 1926. The twentieth century struck this city with a vengeance, bringing the whirl of the cars and factories, the mob and the hookers, the cops and the lawyers, the smoke and the speed. Prohibition didn't slow it down - if anything, telling Chicago "no" just made it shout "Yes, yes, yes!" even louder. It rolled over and showed its underbelly, and it thrived.
There's one man who's determined to get some of the fleas out, though, and it's Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator. An honest man in a town full of crooks, a good cop who thinks he's a bad cop, he took Celeste Lestrange's money with every expectation that he wouldn't find a damn thing. Now the more he finds, the less he likes...but justice hasn't got much of anyone else on her side these days.
When we
last left our detective he'd finally managed to shake some answers from Detective Pete Pettigrew (with a little help from department secretary Alex Savage) and ran into ace reporter Betty Braithwaite on her way out of a little conversation with banker Patrice Nott. Now, time to have a look in on Bones and Moody's investigation, and pay a visit back to 738 Burrow Street.
( Podmore was well aware that he was paranoid. He was fine with being paranoid. Being paranoid kept people on their feet and off the coroner's slab. )