In a city where Prince Charmings can’t be trusted and getting what your heart desires can be deadly, a string of murders leads PI Robin Goodfellow to the Blue Fairy night club. Noir meets Fae in a tale of lust, betrayal, corruption and broken dreams. [22mins]
I ignored the people at the tables and they ignored me as I headed towards the bar. Ignoring the dazzling beauties dancing on the stage was more difficult, but I stayed focussed. Investigating the death of the city’s richest crime-lord had been dangerous and this was no time for distractions. I shouldn’t have taken the case. I’d known it’d be trouble from the start. But then, like most trouble, it had started with a dame.
“Puck!” the blonde barmaid came close to squealing when she saw me.
“I haven’t heard that name in a long time.”
“I thought you’d died.” Tinkerbell gazed up at me with her intoxicating blue eyes. “That’s what everyone said.”
“Almost. Who knows? Maybe tonight the rumour will catch up with me.”
“You haven’t changed a bit, Puck.”
“Everything changes, Tink. It’s Robin P. Goodfellow now.”
She giggled in her trademark pitch: piercing and perky. “And does Mr Goodfellow still drink peach nectar?”
“A double. On the rocks. I guess some things don’t change,” I conceded as she poured my drink.