Shamus Dust

Two candles flaring at a Christmas crib. A nurse who steps inside a church to light them. A gunshot emptied in a mans head in the creaking stillness before dawn, that the nurse says she didnt hear. Its 1947 in the snowbound, war-scarred City of London, where Pandoras Box just got opened in the ruins, City Police has a vice killing on its hands, and a spooked councilor hires a shamus to help spare his blushes. Like the Buddha says, everything is connected. So it all can be explained. But thats a little cryptic when you happen to be the shamus, and youre standing over a corpse.