Noir

San Francisco. Summer 1947. A dame walks into a saloon . . .
It might be love at first sight when a mysterious blonde named Stilton (like the cheese) walks into the scruffy gin joint where Sammy “ Two Toes” Tiffin tends bar, but before Sammy can make his move, an Air Force general from Roswell, New Mexico, arrives with some urgent entertainment business. ’ Cause when you need something done, Sammy is the guy to go to; he’ s got the connections on the street.
Meanwhile, a suspicious flying object has been spotted up the Pacific coast near Mount Rainier, there’ s a deadly poisonous viper loose in the city, a rag-tag bunch of Sammy’ s night shift buddies are trying to get an angle on the action, and a dirty cop called Pookie wants in on it.
Before long, Sammy and the Cheese are making time and falling hard. But when one of Sammy’ s schemes goes south and the lady vanishes, Sammy has to contend with his own dark secrets as he follows a frantic trail from Chinatown to a hidden forest enclave in a desperate search to rescue his girl. Think Raymond Chandler meets Men in Black with more than a dash of the Looney Tunes All Stars. It’ s all very, very Noir. It’ s all very, very Christopher Moore.