Moonlight City Drive

<p><strong>Family. The Job. The Thrill of Discovery. No one gets out alive.</strong></p><p>George Covington loved three things: his family his job and the dames he killed every night. Detective Smith hated three things: his family his job and the scumbags who killed dames. The only thing they had in common was the witch who pulled the puppet strings from the shadows.</p><p><em>1:18 p.m. Subject is checking into the Desert Palms Motel accompanied by an unknown female. Snapshot in the parking lot. Man and woman embrace. </em></p><p>Betrayal ... I see it every day like my own reflection. Another case another bottle of booze and another client who won't be satisfied until I uncover every speck of dirt they think is there. I'm a private eye hot on the trail; the top gun for hire. I lurk in the shadows searching for the clues you think you erased.</p><p>I'm the bulletproof detective and I have you in my sights.</p><p>What's a little sin between the sheets and a little blood between lovers? What's a little death to be discovered waiting for you under that white sheet? I'm digging a desert grave just for you underneath the burning sun. You won't be found ... not even by the vultures circling in the sky. You my dear are the reason why I was always easily influenced.</p>