A veteran of World War I, Captain Thaddeus Talbot was one of few honest cops during Mugsy McGillicuddy’s de facto ownership of the city. He survived as long as he did by walking a fine line, refusing to ignore corruption when it right in front of his face, but never going out of his way to look for it either. “See no evil, hear no evil, don’t get a .38 shoved up your ass by evil,” he advised his men.
He was in charge of “The Irregulars,”a unit unofficially designated as the Mayor’s public relations tool. Talbot and co. would chase down headline grabbing cases in an effort to draw press attention off the Mayor, who was widely believed to be one of many public officials’ in McGillicuddy’s pocket.
In the later period of his life, Talbot got through his days by dreaming of his imminent retirement – moving to a cabin by a lake with Mrs. Talbot, fly fishing and long, luxurious naps.
But then Jake Dashing came into his life, becoming an obnoxious irritant to his plans, as well as his ulcer.
Known for a mouth that would make a sailor blush, the good captain was a Rembrandt of obscenity. Inappropriate words were his paint and Dashing often ended up as his canvas.
And who could blame him? The poor old timer ended up in a vice, squeezed on one end by the Mayor who demanded McGillicuddy get a free pass, and Dashing, who yearned to slap a pair of cuffs on LA’s most nefarious criminal mastermind, no matter the collateral damage.
All the poor guy wanted to do was fish.
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