Secret Lair Drop Series - Hard-Boiled Thrillers - Foil EditionDirty puddles reflect blinking neon lights as some deep, urgent jazz tune hangs heavy in the air. A rain soaked fedora sits in the gutter. Was I double crossed, or did I do the double crossing? the bruised detective asks no one but himself as he lurches to his feet. Maybe it doesnt mattereven the secrets have secrets in this town, and I ought to know better than to trust someone so lovely. The bitter taste of betrayal always makes the truth even