Scrambled Hard-Boiled

Scrambled Hard-Boiled is classic American Noir where life isn’t painted in black or white, only in brutal shades of grey.

When you need to hire a bastard to get the job done, contact Jay Dafoe, private investigator. He’s in the Yellow Pages.

Dafoe is an unscrupulous, greedy, profane man. He totally lacks a moral compass, much less follow one. He will lie and cheat to get what he wants, and what he usually wants is cold, hard cash for services rendered. His only redeeming feature is that he’s brutally honest both about his amoral nature and in his sardonic observations of the dark side of the world he has embraced. Nothing is sacred.

Dafoe is on a case in a seemingly innocuous small town in North Carolina. What seems like an easy paycheck from a desperate father turns into a bloody killing that threatens the most important person in Jay Dafoe’s world…himself.

Scrambled Hard-Boiled isn’t a parlor game mystery. It’s about greed, crooked lawyers, mean cops and even meaner broads. There aren’t any saints in Dafoe’s life, only varying degrees of sinners, some of whom compensate him quite well. So when it comes to murder, Dafoe doesn’t really have a problem with someone getting away with it, just as long he isn’t the victim, and he gets paid.