Jake the Private Dick - Domino - Bog

The choppers were right over his head, and the lights were looming through the trees and the escaped convict could see the city of New Orleans. He headed toward the swamps to avoid being captured. Sin city, sex, and sin awaited and enticed you in. Murder and voodoo magic was in the air, and a serial killer was on the loose in New Orleans. The young man had just dumped his latest victim in the swamps with the gators. Hank Steel private investigator was working overtime with his new ego, Jake the Private Dick, on the case.
Canjun and creole aromas filled the air in the French Quarter, and the Honey Dripper was the hottest strip club on Bourbon Street. Willow, the owner, was dealing with a problem with a certain Lieutenant Frank Frazier in the back room. The egos start emerging throughout this mystery, and no one is safe. No one is who they say they are in this voodoo magic saga.