What if you'd been born and raised in L.A. during the era of movies with sound and soon-to-be color, the Great Depression, the times of Mickey Cohen and the Mob, crooked cops, dope, and Bogart, Bacall, and Greenstreet? And what if three of the four first women you dated were murdered, garroted in a most heinous way? And you didn't do it? What if you were the cops and thought you had the one thread that tied the three murders together but couldn't hang it on your prime suspect because he was alibied to the max? And what if you were a young woman in love with that suspect but he wouldn't take...