Psychedelico
"There were few in society who didn't despise Frances Borne."
My name is Luke Goodson. I am currently in the middle of a mobster gang fight, surrounded by showgirls and cigarette smoke, trying to crawl out from under one of the stinking and broken down snooker tables. The men and women in dark, velvety green suits and dresses belong to the Borne gang, and those who donned blue swallowtails and beaded dresses belong to the Value gang.All this, the shooting guns, the massive assassinations, the poison in cocktails and whiskey, for a family fortune, that may or may not be non-existent, a family fortune which belongs to neither of them.
A husband who was killed in a car crash he wasn't even in, only to be found alive and breathing in the flesh two years later.
A sister that nobody knew about.
Two gangs that acknowledge absolutely nothing about each other except for three things: That they both adore gambling, high fashion , and the Ross fortune.
A detective who was the right hand man to his enemy.
And me, Luke Goodson, the one near unsophisticated country boy who spontaneously showed up to a gangster gambling party, because my upstairs neighbour decided to take me along at the drop of my girlfriends' name. I, Luke B. Goodson, bring you...... Frances. The woman who started it all.