Hollywood. V-J Day – 1945.
A nutjob derails a streetcar. A detective investigates.
Stumbling across a shuttered speakeasy, Det. Jake Lacey, with a few questions of his own, encounters a familar-looking bartender.
Then the questioning becomes more than procedure. It becomes personal.
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