Sure, Frankie Payne was the first female detective on the Boston Police force, but that was a long time ago. Now it’s 1962 – Camelot they called it. Frankie’s East Boston is a grittier place, filled with greed, lust and violence. Worn down but not quite washed up, Frankie is now a gin-soaked private detective, making a living off of any two bit job she can get. She didn’t know that when Milt Stafford walked into her office, the devastating events that drive her from the force would follow him in. Set in the midst of the Irish gang war, this gritty detective yarn is told with a classic film noir aesthetic.