Steven Sweeney, Chapter 2

Okay, we're getting to the meat of the mystery here, so I'm nervous. (when am I never nervous anyway?). I did so much research on Russia, the Russian mafiya, and firearms that I'm now probably on the FBI watch list... *sweatdrop*

Summary: When grizzled gumshoe Steven Sweeney takes a case from a mysterious client, he gets into the middle of a mystery where no one can be trusted. Has Sweeney finally bitten off more than he can chew? Is this the case that will finally have Sweeney sleeping with the fishes?

 Note for History Fans: Most of the places Sweeney visits are actual buildings/districts in 1950's Chicago.

 

( So I started where any good private eye would start- at the scene of the crime )

Steven Sweeney Index

Steven Sweeney and the Man With the Silver Cigarette Case

"There is a sad lack of noir-film detective slash. Y'know, fics that start with: "It was a dark and stormy night..." or "It was a day like any other...grimm_psyke 


(art manip from cover art of The Art of Film Noir, by Eddie Muller and the film poster for Desert Fury)

Summary: When grizzled gumshoe Steven Sweeney takes a case from a mysterious client, he gets into the middle of a mystery where no one can be trusted. Has Sweeney finally bitten off more than he can chew? Is this the case that will finally have Sweeney sleeping with the fishes?

Changes:
1) Bernice's hair is brown instead of red because I couldn't have HER be Irish, MacIntyre be Irish, and Sweeney be vaguely Irish (Sweeney comes from MacSweeney). On top of that, Rokossovsky, Lyov, Andrei & Yuri Baranova, and the Khostovs all live in the middle of an Irish community. I had not thought this through. This is too much.

2) I did my research incorrectly. The bar Sweeney goes to often is not in the Gold Coast district but on Wells Street.

Chapter One
It was a day just like any other. Well, a day like any other for a private eye in downtown Chicago.

Chapter Two
So I stared where any good private eye would start- at the scene of the crime.

Chapter Three
I shut the Baranova’s door behind me, and it creaked open again as the busted lock didn’t click. There was nothing else I could do here.