EM Faustus. Private Eye. He’s back. Back in trouble.
Someone from his past wants him dead. Someone from his past wants him in the frame for murder. And then dead. Death doesn’t want him because it means more paperwork.
His business partner wants him to wear a chastity belt And everyone hides when he asks for a light.
Add onto that a case that doesn’t actually have a client. Another case is being run by the Office Receptionist. A Gaggle of pneumatically enhanced Nuns who want him dead. A guy in a Rubber Chicken Suit who wants him dead. A collective of Marxism Daemons want him more than dead.
Plus a new dog that is definitely going to the pound as soon as he gets around to it.
Oh... and the guy writing the chapter headings is having a breakdown.
Still... He’s got coffee, smokes, Hot Women, Casual Violence and Massive Property Destruction.