Ride along with Midnight Freddy, SoCal’s silver haired sleuth and private dick debonair, as he hunts down yet another a ruthless killer. The chase takes you through rain-drenched back alleys, greasy spoon diners, off the books liquor stores, seedy night clubs, and grand mansions of the rich and infamous of 1940s Los Angeles. No dirt-bag too dirty or scumbag too scummy (or dame to dangerous), Midnight always gets his man.
Midnight meticulously goes over evidence of a Christmas Eve murder while sitting in his dark office lit only by the neon signs of downtown Los Angeles as they spill light through the window. Nick Frederick Montana, AKA Midnight Freddy, Private Detective for hire, ex cop, divorced, dapper and well dressed with his signature fedora, pulls a revolver and a silver whiskey flask from his desk drawer and places them in his trench coat pocket. He exits the office into the cold, rain soaked streets of the city. He unlocks the door to his 1945 Chevy sedan, gets in, checks the mirrors, turns the ignition, and heads out into the night. He passes liquor stores, night clubs, dingy diners and 24 hour laundromats, on his way to Ruby Diamond’s mansion in Beverly Hills. Ruby is an aging, red headed actress. Attractive yet her better years are behind her. She smokes and drinks like a sailor. Her lip stick stark red, her big brown eyes with a slight touch of light, and her curves…the kind you saw in girly magazines. She wore a black dress and a black hat. She was trouble and Midnight Freddy knew a thing or two about trouble…
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