It's December 1924 and someone has killed Frank Selby. His secretary (and the one who's been doing his work) Kathy Briscow must find out who killed him before the police arrest her.
When Frank Selby was killed in his apartment, the police figured his secretary Kathy Briscow probably did it. After all, Selby had an unsavory reputation with his secretaries. But Kathy was only doing Selby's work for him, including editing the new novel by socialite millionaire Freddie Little.
Once Freddie convinced Kathy the cops would try to pin the murder on her, the two joined forces, searching the streets and speakeasies of New York City to find a killer who was more than a little obsessed.
Deep into the night of December eighth, nineteen hundred and twenty-four, obsession took the life of Frank Selby. His passing was noted only by his killer, and that with the grim satisfaction of an unpleasant task properly carried out. Leaving Selby on the floor of his Murray Hill apartment, the killer stepped out into the city's bright lights and hid.
Two days later, Kathy Briscow held her breath as she gazed out the window at Broadway and 23rd below. Flivvers and buses fought with each other on the sleet filled streets. People on the sidewalks hustled along, bundled tight against the December chill, thousands of them going the same way to different destinations.