Meet Henry Chamomile and Charlie Crisp – two of New York’s most committed detectives. Thing is, what they’re committed to is slacking off and drinking.
That is until they get an invitation from Johnny Caramac. Caramac is the villain’s villain (by which I of course mean he’s very villainous, not that he belongs to a different villain. Johnny Caramac belongs to no man, nor woman).
Way long ago, before Charlie Crisp had become jaded, he was impressive – very impressive. Crisp was probably the best detective in NYC. At least second best. Third for occasional years I suppose. Anyway, he was good.
Caramac, too, was at the top of his game back then. If anyone in town wanted to ingest something illegal, Caramac made it happen. Anyone who got in his way quickly went a coroner’s way.
Something happened between these two. But I couldn’t possibly say what. Not yet at least. Crisp hasn’t even told his young, womanising but promising partner Henry Chamomile about any of this yet, so I certainly shouldn’t tell you.
But what I can say is that with Caramac back on the scene, our proud pair of prats had better drum up every last bit of courage they’ve got, Dutch or otherwise.
Things might just be about to get ugly.
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StandfirstThe first episode in our New York detective drama series.
Meet Henry Chamomile and Charlie Crisp – two of New York’s most committed detectives. Thing is, what they’re committed to is slacking off and drinking.
That is until they get an invitation from Johnny Caramac. Caramac is the villain’s villain (by which I of course mean he’s very villainous, not that he belongs to a different villain. Johnny Caramac belongs to no man, nor woman).
Way long ago, before Charlie Crisp had become jaded, he was impressive – very impressive. Crisp was probably the best detective in NYC. At least second best. Third for occasional years I suppose. Anyway, he was good.
Caramac, too, was at the top of his game back then. If anyone in town wanted to ingest something illegal, Caramac made it happen. Anyone who got in his way quickly went a coroner’s way.
Something happened between these two. But I couldn’t possibly say what. Not yet at least. Crisp hasn’t even told his young, womanising but promising partner Henry Chamomile about any of this yet, so I certainly shouldn’t tell you.
But what I can say is that with Caramac back on the scene, our proud pair of prats had better drum up every last bit of courage they’ve got, Dutch or otherwise.
