Richey Sword, Private Investigator, is a no-holds barred Shamus who earned his fee. With an office in the seedy part of 1935 Megalopolis, meant only secretive clients would come-a-knockin. Dead bodies seemed to make their way to his office, which didn't make him popular with police Lieutenant Bagwell, who's whole existence was to put Sword in the poky for life. Wilma, Sword's Personal Secretary, had a crush on him, and ran interference whenever possible. No case was too hard or dangerous, as long as he was paid his retainer, $500 a day plus expenses. A cheating husband turned out to be a espionage group. A ghost made him a believer. An abduction had he and the Mob joining forces, and a syndicate babe, with aspirations of taking over the world fell for him. Richey Sword wasn't a squealing rat, and known for his client loyalty, made the underworld, the questionable, and the manipulator, knocking at his door. Even though he was a ladies man, his macho demeanor helped him navigate rough corners. Richey Sword, Private Eye, exciting, entertaining, and full of twists holds the readers attention until they both solve the case.