|My name is Noel Glass. Once I was a respected scientist and madly in love. All that ended with the flip of a switch and a splash of scarlet. I can never forget, and I'll never forgive myself.|
It's 1953 and I'm a shamus working the streets of Industry City. I don't rely on instinct; science is my game. The cases I get, and the booze I drink, keep oblivion just a step away. That is, until some rich recluse walks into my office and tells me that accident from long ago was a set-up, a frame job, and I was a patsy meant to take the fall.
Now I have to clear my name ... like that's easy. Everyone's keeping secrets. Who can I trust? My neighbor, the mysteriously connected Wan Lee? How about the songbird, Merlot Sterling? Her lies are as beautiful as her voice. Even the muscle-bound bodyguard I inherited can't keep Mayan hit men, Russian spies ' or my own government ' from trying to put me six-feet under.
You see, this secret organization believes I know something and wants to keep me quiet. All I do know is they're aiming to remake the world into their own twisted image using a device I created. They've already axed one world leader, and Ike could be next.
God, I could use a shot of bourbon and some answers, but neither comes cheap these days.