Cally will beat you 'til candy comes out. (dyedinthewool) wrote in find_the_crack, @ 2009-12-21 16:00:00 |
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Podmore, P.I. - Part 22
The buildings loom tall and gray, making and covering the city of Chicago. The year is 1926, and nowhere do the twenties roar so loudly as here in the Windy City. They say the name comes not from the icy gusts that race around every corner in the winter, but rather from the hot air blowing out of all the local politicians.
Down in the gutters, it doesn't really matter. Everybody's just trying to scrape by, and who's in charge doesn't amount to a hill of beans when it comes to making a difference. That doesn't stop a precious few from trying to make a difference anyway, though, and among these is Sturgis Podmore, Private Investigator.
When we last left the detective, he was heading out to drink off the loss of an old friend. Now the light's coming through the window with a vengeance, and like every sunrise, it's bringing us closer to another sunset.