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Inside Scoop: Confessions of a Drunk Detective

Inside Scoop: Confessions of a Drunk Detective

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Detective Derek Adler made a name for himself in New York City after dismantling the case of the Velvet Mist. He spent the Jazz Age dancing and making one-night connections, allowing whispers to follow him during Prohibition as he ended his nights stumbling loosely back home, making a fool of himself with no repercussions. Born with a chip on his shoulder, he could do no wrong, and well into the Great Depression, he remained beloved. Beloved by all, that is, except for James Anderson, who vowed many years ago to expose the detective for who he truly was: a liar and a coward. It isn't until 1936 that the men's paths permanently intertwine, stringing together the horrid truths of the details of the Velvet Mist case.
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