Meet Thomas Kyd, private investigator.
He’s the guy who picks up the cases that Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe didn’t stick around to handle.
‘Maybe if I’d followed my real impulses towards Laura Cassidy, a tragedy could have been averted. Maybe not…’
The first time Kyd saw her she was driving out of an underground garage with a naked man spread-eagled on the front of the car.
Somewhat less than a typical damsel in distress, but Kyd helped out all the same.
Laura was irresistible.
She was also a pathological liar and a junkie.
Perhaps if she hadn’t married a screenwriter and orgy-enthusiast Kyd wouldn’t have got himself knee-deep in a case where the light at the end of the tunnel is the glare of the oncoming train…