Effie Perine is worried that Sam is a little too drunk, but he is still in enough control to give his report. A plush job seems to have landed in Sam’s lap, including a sultry dame. Prices and rates are agreed upon, but will this case be one for a place in a cool kennel, or as a dull dud for a doggie Murphy bed?
Shadowing his target, Sam reports to his client. Has it all ben a big let down? Still on the trail, because he smells a rat, Sam is able to intervene in a scuffle. However, it doesn’t stop bullets from flying, and a corpse from falling.
Feeling like he has been played, Sam confronts his client. Gambling, blackmail, and cover ups all make the scene, and Sam has to cut through the lies. Where will it leave Sam? Players are rounded up, and a killer confronted.