When Sandie witnesses her client committing a cut-and-dried murder, her head tells her to walk away. Her heart tells her she can’t.
Keeping away from the mob is Sandie’s first rule of survival… until the day someone comes to call, and changes everything.
It is 1920’s Chicago. What came to be known as the ‘roaring twenties’. For private investigator Sandie Shaw, ‘roaring’ was hardly the flattering kind of way she would ever describe it.
Born and raised in the city, she despises everything it has become. In her view, Chicago typifies the false decadence gripping America. Still recovering from the lawlessness of the Wild West, her city and the rest of the country then entered the world war for a brief time, and when that was over, the whole nation seemed to lose all sense of reason.
People went crazy. Prohibition raised its ugly head, and the mobsters and the flappers took over Chicago. Her beloved city had fallen at the mercy of those who believed they were above the law… once again.
Now fifty-three, for a long time Sandie has had to be strong willed to stay in one piece. Being gutsy and taking no nonsense helps to maintain a sense of right and wrong, and to retain her very individual identity. Taking over the one-man agency when her father died, and making it a one-woman business, she knew from the off that in a male-dominated environment she would have to be tough, and witty, to succeed.
And that keeping well away from anyone with a machine gun was a big part of staying alive.
For eight years she has avoided anything mob-related. Then one day someone comes to call, and without Sandie even realizing what she’s getting into, suddenly she’s up to her chin in murky waters.
And that changes everything…