Quote:It's 1953 and I'm a shamus working the streets of Industry City. I don't rely on instinct; science is my game. The cases I get, and the booze I drink, keep oblivion just a step away. That is, until some rich recluse walks in and tells me that accident from all this years ago was a set-up, a frame job, and I was meant to take the fall.
Now I have to clear my name... like that's easy. Everyone's keeping secrets. Who can I trust? My neighbor, the mysteriously connected Wan Lee? Or the songbird Merlot Sterling? Her lies are almost as beautiful as her voice. Even the muscle-bound bodyguard I inherited can't keep the hit men, spies - or my own government - from trying to put me six-feet under.
You see, this secret organization believes I know something and wants to keep me quiet. All I do know is they're aiming to remake the world into their own twisted image using a device I created. They've already axed one world leader, and Ike could be next.
God, I...