Private investigator Bryson Wilde lives in an edgy 1952 world where nothing is black and white, cigarettes dangle from ruby-red lips, and even the simplest case has more dangerous twists than whiskey-soaked jazz. Sure, he’s had gritty murder investigations before. Lots of ’em. But this one’s different. In this one, more than one person is out to kill him. And in this one, there’s a woman pounding through his blood like a crazy mixed-up drug. And most importantly of all, in this one, he’s the prime suspect.