Toeing the Line

All I wanted was to get on with my life, do the little good I could as a Private Investigator. What else could I do? The Church had taken the one thing I lived for from me--well, okay, one of the two things I lived for: being a cop. If you didn't already know, the second is guys.

And as much as I tried to avoid it, my birth family kept being thrust at me. It wasn't enough that they were all dead, the rest of the Society kept shoving their misdeeds on my shoulders. Is it any surprise that when that damned briefcase showed up, I wanted nothing to with it?

When it goes missing I find out that while it was mine--well my family's--other people are interested in it and its contents, whatever those might be.

I might not want anything to do with my family's inheritance, but I will be damned if I let someone else take what is mine.