Detective Jack is having a hell of a day. A hell of a month, actually—ever since this case crossed his desk, he hasn’t been able to do anything except think about it. That, and drink. In between trying to solve this case and the drinking, he’s lost his girlfriend, a handful of potential new clients, and perhaps even his home—although that last one doesn’t really matter, since he’s been sleeping in his office most nights anyway. Somehow, someone in this collection of suspects knows something, or _did_ something. Or perhaps they’re all in it together. One way or another, he’ll figure it out –he always does.