A Whisper to a Scheme

My name is Noel R. Glass and I'm not your average gumshoe.What I am is a pariah from the theoretical physics game; a former wunderkind who watched his future dissolve like the victims of my failed experiment. Years later, I'm finally putting my intellect to work solving crimes with science, not instinct.Well, mostly. Instinct told me the angelic damsel in a black dress who walked into my office was bad news. What made it worse is she admitted to possibly killing her husband,...
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My name is Noel R. Glass and I'm not your average gumshoe.What I am is a pariah from the theoretical physics game; a former wunderkind who watched his future dissolve like the victims of my failed experiment. Years later, I'm finally putting my intellect to work solving crimes with science, not instinct.Well, mostly. Instinct told me the angelic damsel in a black dress who walked into my office was bad news. What made it worse is she admitted to possibly killing her husband, millionaire mercantile maverick Marlin Black. Now I have to find Mr. Black, or his corpse, before the cops do. Otherwise, they won't look beyond the bedroom eyes of his gorgeous widow.I know different. It's not just a hunch, but the science of the bullet that took down Black doesn't add up. What type of bullet doesn't leave a powder trace? Even my genius brain might need help on this one. Who can I turn to? Certainly not the Widow Black or any of Marlin's associates. They've all got motives.No. The type of assistance I need comes in the form of a Japanese gangster with a Chinese Name. But if Wan Lee helps me this time, what will he ask of me next time?Damn those dames singing the 'Save Me' blues. Why aren't I smart enough to just walk away?