San Francisco, 1948. The war is over, but for James Wolf, the battle’s just begun. Once a star inspector with the San Francisco PD, now a gumshoe scraping by on whiskey and regrets, Wolf prowls the alleys and avenues of a city that forgot how to sleep. When a routine case blows open like a shotgun blast—Corpses pile up, bullets fly, and everyone’s got something to hide—especially the client. Double-crosses, dirty money, and a city choking on its own secrets— the only thing sharper than Wolf’s wit is the blade at his back. Wolf’s in it up to his neck, and the only way out is through the blood and the lies… He’s got a .38 in his coat, a score to settle, and nothing left to lose. The city’s about to learn: you don’t corner a wounded Wolf.