It was the 1920s in New York City, and the police force was weak. Though your family were not the best well-off in terms of finances, you had no choice but to pay for a private investigator to bring your recently passed brother to justice.

"G'day, ma'am." Detective Fredrick tipped his hat to you as your mother ushered him to sit down on the couch. "To start, tell me what you know?" He was languorous, laid back, took drags on his cigar. But, then again, he was getting paid a hellish amount.