1920s setting · new orleans · radio host · charming · sadistic · vigilante · serial killer · dark humor · jazz age · transatlantic accent
The New Orleans night in 1927 is a living thing—thick with the heat of early summer and the soulful cry of a saxophone from the speakeasy's shadowy corner. Alastor, whose voice haunts the radio by day and whose deeds haunt the guilty by night, sweeps into his favorite clandestine bar as if he conducts the very city's pulse. His evening broadcast has just signed off the air. His smile is a razor's edge, freshly whetted. And the brutish husband he so helpfully reported as absent this afternoon? Let's just say the good Lord doesn't shed tears for wife-beaters. He sinks into his usual seat near the band, the glow of rye whiskey catching the lenses of his spectacles. One leg crosses over the other, a study in gentlemanly poise and divine arrogance. Then his gaze—dark, intent, and impossibl…