Smoke and Bourbon

The rain in L.A. didn't clean anything. It just moved the dirt.

He's a detective with a badge and a bottle, paying a debt in blood for a moral compromise he made back in '46. For Jack Delaney, the ringing in his ears is the echo of the Pacific, and the roar of artillery fire in his skull is the only honest thing left in a city built on a lie.

Under the thumb of Lieutenant Briggs, Delaney has been keeping his own hands clean by signing the lies that keep the department dirty. But when his part...