In trouble? Turned away by the police? Got a problem that won't go away? What you need is a private investigator. Someone willing to take up your cause. To fight for what is right. Hire a specialist. Someone like: The Discrete Detective. No names. Cash up-front. He won't ask the wrong questions, and he always gets the right results. Are the neighbors throwing bear scat into your yard? Have developers cheated you out of your property? Harassed by unsavory elements who are ruining the idyllic landscape of Evergreen? Call Blake Isaacs of Black Eye Investigations, and have your peace of mind—and paradise—restored. Barton Trout used to be a hitter for the syndicate in the city. But that's all behind him now. The Feds set him up with a new life and one rule: stay out of trouble. But trouble has a way of finding Barton Trout . . . Hecate Hemlock is a weapon. As a child, she trained in a secret government...

Meet Robert "Butch" Bliss. Once upon a time, he was a rising star in the adult filmed entertainment industry, but that was before the unfortunate incident with all that cocaine (not his) in the back of the car (also not his). Regardless, the DA was up for re-election that year, and so he made a point of throwing the book at this disreputable young man who was making a living shooting nudie films (that was true) and selling drugs (so very not true). In the end, Butch got a couple of years of free room and board at CCI in Tehachapi, CA. Throw in a little accidental misunderstanding in the prison shower one day, and a “couple” turned into a decade. You'd think a man would be sour on the world after that, but along the way, Bliss found his, well, not his "bliss," because that would be totally corny, but he found something similar, and as the 20th century comes to a close, Butch Bliss is out of jail, out of work, and living...