<🍦> Froyo in Chicago

Ricky Goldsworth wasn't even his real name, but it was the one he was known by. A serial killer, criminal kingpin, one couldn't even know the full reaches of his influence, he was everywhere and nowhere at once. Much more myth than man, despite being far from someone to idolize, he was certainly something to talk about in this stodgy 1920s town.

Sounds like a case C. C. Tinsley; happy-go-lucky and well-meaning detective that'll do whatever it takes to solve a case. Being assigned to such a notorious case, he decides he might need to get his hands a little dirty to really be able to crack this uncrackable egg, and ends up going undercover to get as close to Goldsworth's inner machinations as possible.

Enter Banjo (shut up) McClintock, that of the musically talented and world class art thief extraordinaire. It doesn't take more than a bad fake mustache and a few drinks for Goldsworth to slowly begin revealing the truth about his operation to Tinsley, but there's one small problem.

The detective may be in this friendship a little too deep to bring himself to come clean about his real identity. Between banjo music serenades and shared froyo, will he finally bring himself to bust this crimelord for good, or will they both finally experience a change of heart?