Back in the day, the Chelsea neighborhood of New York City wasn’t hip, chic, expensive, and yuppified, 
with a Starbucks on every block. In fact, it was such a lousy place to live, you could hardly give the real
 estate away. Populated by gangsters, muggers, grandmothers with baseball bats, and parents working long
 hours on the wrong side of the law to pay for tenement apartments with no view, the place was also
 colorful, with memorable characters straight out of a Damon Runyon novel.
It was in this live-by-your-wits atmosphere that Dan Fortune grew up. One of his best boyhood friends
 was Andy Pappas. They broke into the holds of ships together, stealing cargo, watching one another’s 
back. But things happen. Dan lost his arm in a failed robbery attempt, and decided it was time to figure
 out another way to make a living. With the people and geography of Chelsea his only areas of expertise,
 he put out his shingle: Dan Fortune, Private Detective.
But Andy liked his life of crime, and power was addictive. Andy stayed the course, killing his way up until
 he took over the docks. He was boss of bosses, a vicious racketeer. Still, he’d let Dan be familiar, call
 him by his first name, even give him crap – until now. Now Dan is trying to track down a teenager named 
Jo-Jo Olsen. It looks like a routine missing-persons case, until Jo-Jo’s friends start dying violently, one
 by one, just before Dan can question them. Then Andy Pappas warns Dan that unless he cools it on Jo-Jo,
 he’ll end up on the rapidly growing pile of corpses.
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