No folder. No trail of paperwork.
Irish Candy didn’t take this case—she is the case.
 
Years ago, she tried to do the right thing. Blew the whistle on a dirty protection racket running through her precinct.
The price? Her badge didn’t get revoked—but her future did.
Now, back in Chicago, she’s chasing down the ghosts who buried her name to protect their own.
 
And the trail doesn’t just lead to politics.
It leads to her ex—now the Superintendent of Police, the same man who once loved her, then left her to burn.
The same man still tied to a rising kingpin who learned how to run the streets from Blade Raines himself.
 
This time, Irish chooses her own squad.
 
Parole Officer Morroco Steele—a man who might’ve seen too much and said too little.
He signed off on people tied to the same scheme she’s digging up now.
He says he’s here to help her finish it.
But Irish doesn’t forget faces—or filings.
 
Walter Mausberg, Financial Crimes. Quiet. Cold. Clean.
But when the money trail runs past a name that hit close to home, he stops following the rules and starts thinking like a killer.
She chose him for the patterns.
She may have also recruited a ticking time bomb.
 
And then there’s Raines.
 
The man who built the Stray Dogs Division.
He’s not at his desk anymore.
He’s back in the field. Watching. Guiding.
But if this case goes south, he’s ready to put one more body in the ground—
and it might be someone he used to call family.
 
What started as a file with no name becomes a war no one wants to write down.
 
The streets of Chicago remember everything.
Every debt.
Every silence.
Every name that got sold to keep the system running.
 
And Irish Candy’s name?
It’s the last one the city tried to erase.
Not every wound bleeds.
Some just burn where the trust used to be.