Unless Dora Duncan can stop it, itโs going to be another St. Valentineโs 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 sheโs 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 rugโand this Chicago ainโt 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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