
by Groodz
Ashford City, 1941. The rain hasn't stopped in days and neither has the trouble. When mob boss Carmine Bonfiglio turns up dead at his own dinner table, detective Simon Wick finds himself at the edge of something much larger than a simple hit. The safe is untouched. The jewelry is upstairs. And the family vanished hours before anyone found the body. Someone planned this carefully. Someone warned the wife. Someone left a note. Simon Wick and his partner Frank Delio work out of a third floor office on Calloway Street that smells faintly of dentistry and has a sandwich on the coat rack that nobody discusses. They are about to find out that in Ashford City, the most dangerous cases aren't the ones you go looking for — they're the ones that come looking for you. An original anthropomorphic noir detective story set in 1940s Ashford City — where the crimes run deep, the humor is dry, and nothing is ever quite what it looks like. Updated biweekly every Monday.
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