South By Southwest Wales

"Part noir detective thriller, part insight into the dark world of alcoholism... Pure magic." —Richard Ayre Samson Valentine is the best private eye ever to wear a fedora–or at least he was, before he became a washed-up booze hound. There simply isn't demand for a whiskey-swilling Welsh gumshoe who insists he's living in 1940's Chicago. Everything changes when a massive diamond falls into his lap. Before he's too sure of what's going on, he's swept up in the biggest case of his life. The mob will do anything to get its gemstone back, and they prove it when Sam's friend turns up dead. Now it's personal, and Sam sets out on a one-man mission to take down the Welsh crime syndicate. Armed with little more than his wits and his fists, the odds don't look good. Too much time at the bottom of a whiskey bottle has given him trembling hands and an addled brain. If he's to have any chance of bringing the mob to justice, he'll first need to come to grips with his worst enemy–himself.