The dead don't care about your badge. They only want to be heard.
Thursday is the perfect day for sin. That's what Jack Morgan tells himself as he stands over the body of a girl in a cheap apartment. The case is a dead end. No prints. No witnesses.
Except for one.
The victim is still in the room. And she's talking to Jack.
For the first time in his career, Jack listens. What follows is a descent into a world where rules don't apply, where "probable cause" is whispered by ghosts, and where saving a case means destroying your own life.
See how the legend of the "drunk detective" began. Before the bottle became his best friend, there was just a man trying to do the right thing in a world gone wrong.
