Unless Dora Duncan can stop it, it’s going to be another
St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. A year ago, her (now ex)
boyfriend Nick stood her up at the worst possible moment.
That was when she gave up important TV reporting. And
things have been a whole lot quieter. Too quiet. Until
now. Now she’s gotta go back in time and stop that very
same Nick from messing up the time-space continuum. She
has to travel back to a place where everybody speaks easy
and cuts a rug—and this Chicago ain’t no musical. Here,
there are tommy guns and torpedoes, guys and dolls, gin
joints, flappers, stoolies, rats and a whole lot more; and
prohibition means anything but no.
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