James "Fuzzy" Patterson
Detroit, a city which was once bustling with lavish Victorian residences. Where the big three automakers would eagerly promote their latest vehicle’s. The sweet sounds of Smoky Robinson, Marvin Gaye, and the Supremes use to be heard coming out of the now dilapidated Motown recording studio.
It is the late 1970’s, the birthplace of Motown was now decaying. Detroit was littered with crime. Homicides were at a record high and there were more than just simple hints of corruption within city offices. Drug trafficking was running rampant and the young minorities were clearly in-charge of the streets. The city was leading the nation in the circulation of counterfeit currency. Union leaders were competing for top leadership positions. In one highly publicized case the nationally-known leader was missing and thought to be kidnapped or killed.
What happened to the gangsters of yesterday? Had they passed on and gone to their just rewards? Had they retired to Florida or Arizona? Not hardly...
Two young under-cover officers knew where they were. The old mobsters were still alive and well. They now operated out of the backrooms, well behind the front doors of old neighborhood mom and pop-type business places known as STOREFRONTS.
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