“Through his opened bedroom window, he noticed that the night sky had turned a crimson red. The moon, punctured by hues of cerulean blue, hung precariously over the withering willow trees that lined the riverbank, located several hundred yards away. The storm predicted by the forecasters was heading his way.” FictionMurderSeriesConspiracyCrime FictionNoirPrivate InvestigatorHard Boiled DetectiveCartwright Book:Call of the Nightingale Source: Call of the Nightingale