If you are a fan of Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe, Hank Bumgardner is your kind of private eye. He’s the kind of hard-drinking, moth-eaten tough guy that confronts his demons, his own and those in the noir places where people are not who they first appear to be. In his world the lighting is subdued, the music is moody, the women are beautiful, and the survivor is the one who shoots first. More
MIDNIGHT WHISKEY is a moody private-eye mystery and action thriller. The ambience of the story is like a chronic hangover, noir, foreboding, and a little tongue in cheek. What isn’t tragic is funny.
Private Investigator Hank Bumgardner spends most of his evenings after work sitting at his office window drinking himself into a stupor while watching the moths spin before the neon bar sign outside his window. Hank not always drinks alone. Sometimes he shares his whiskey with a lovely woman doctor, with an angry cop, with his bossy secretary, with a profession killer.
An artist’s model, Rebecca, has disappeared before her portrait is finished, and the desperate, brokenhearted artist hires Hank to find her. Hank, who becomes enthralled by the astonishingly beautiful face in the portrait, isn’t on the job long before he discovers that a highly disturbed assassin, Stone, is also on her trail. Hank must be the first to locate Rebecca and place her in safekeeping or eliminate the elusive Stone—whichever comes first. Stone, in turn, doesn’t appreciate Hank’s interference and targets him as well. The result is a dark, deadly game of hide-and-seek with the two men taking turns as to who is “it”.
While Hank vies with Stone and searches for Rebecca, he also struggles to learn the identity of the person financing the potential hit. He has three suspects—all women, each with a different possible motive, each with a different attitude towards Hank.