The Beat
A tale as old as time. You’re one of three dirty cops representing the different archetypes of masculinity all falling for the same dame. She’s pure and unattainable and touching her is the same as signing your own death warrant. She is also a prostitute. She is also an heiress. She is also cunning. She is also elegant. She is also able to hold her liquor. There’s just one problem. Her sister is missing, her father is missing, her husband is missing, her lover is missing, her mother’s will is missing. The case is hot. The leads are cold. People all over town are getting iced. Someone’s buying up all the water rights because this is the desert and because it’s the very essence of life. All of this while others chase down stone birds. Still others pull insurance scams. Tough guys whose appearance is their whole identity wave heaters and swing blackjacks. A kid in a newsboy cap will give you hope and praise and grief. The kid is your lookout. The kid is your go-for. He saved your life once. You saved him. Either way you’re responsible so when you see him on the street you toss him a grin and a nickel. Everyday you keep looking for justice but a closed case file hits just as good.
Horror Sleaze Trash 