My name is Jady Thorn.
As an independent white private investigator in a politically correct world late in the century, I was socially a step lower than the bottom of a dog crap-covered shoe.
I never expected anyone on the police force to ask for my help. But then again, I had hoped kidnapping young children to sell overseas was a thing of the past.
And when a good officer such as Detective Banon had trouble getting help within the department, she was willing to search for aid wherever she could find it.
Even if it came in the form of a recommendation from a bartender in the Concave, the last area on the East Coast where white males still held any sway of power.
The people in the Concave controlled everything illegal, like smoking, drinking of the harsher kind, and food no longer available in world where yeast products were what people lived on.
Usually I didn't have enough trust in the police to work with them, but Banon almost seemed for real, and her request did involve the welfare of young kids.
So I went all in.