Alacrity Moscowitz

And this was supposed to the old man's retirement? He just wanted to be the ornery but peacable ex-detective turned pool hall owner. An old contact, last of the old-school ethnic gang capos left him The Missed Cue (along with the whole building) in his will, a repayment for a confidential favor done in the past. He could hang up his constant companion, the custom automatic he calls Betsy, and hopefully only get shot at once a month. You know. The peaceful life for a man whose profession as an independent investigator focusing on the unique and seemingly unsolvable. A walking enigma, Mr. Moscowitz is a promise of both subtle powerful violence tempered by the strange serene faith of an ex-Buddhist monk. But the Mystery never goes away, does it? There is no real retirement for someone like Al. Now is the time for the old-fashioned gumshoe to answer to an ancient karma that has gathered not just within in him, but in his vicinity. Welcome to his world. And don't play pool against him if you don't mind losing.