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New York, 1934. The cat burglar called The Smoke turns good Samaritan. A down-on-his-luck boxer has been swindled, beat up, and tossed to the streets. Using his special skill set, The Smoke is determined to help the poor sap. But after he stumbles over the body of a fight promoter with a freshly crushed skull, the Smoke and his new boxer friend become prime suspects for murder.

1941. As America edges toward world war, a cat burglar stalks Manhattan. The newspapers call him "The Smoke" - elusive and vaporous. However, The Smoke’s next job will unintentionally throw him headlong into the world of espionage and murder. The thief has his eyes on an Egyptian artifact tucked away in a safe at the New Yorker Hotel, but as the heist goes awry, The Smoke stumbles into the suite of renowned scientist, Nikola Tesla.

The cat burglar called the Smoke has unfinished business with the leader of a Nazi terror cell. The guy has already slipped through his fingers once before, but now the Smoke is out for blood.

I stopped to get my shoes shined and disaster followed. The guy getting his shoes shined next to me is an ex-con, a street rat, and overall despicable human being. Yet he had plans for the perfect heist. Mastermind? Hardly. But the idea was sound. A bank is scheduled to be demolished. Inside is a long-forgotten secret—a lucrative secret. Empty bank, no guards, no alarms. What can go wrong?

He picks a pocket and discovers a sinister plot. New York, 1937: The thief they call the Smoke encounters an obnoxious bully on the streets of New York. To teach him a lesson, the Smoke picks his pocket. But on opening the brute’s billfold he discovers items that arouse suspicion. A newspaper clipping, an odd blueprint, and a membership card to a secret society seem to point to a plot of unspeakable terror. Curious, the Smoke delves into the mystery and is thrust into a whirlwind of intrigue and danger.

She needed a boxman; she chose me. The best. She was a torch singer with a voice like an angel and a face like the girl next door. But a dark secret haunts her past, threatening her life. She hired me to fix that secret. To kill it. But killing a secret can sometimes become lethal. And that simple in and out job…nothing but catastrophe. Smoke Gets in My Eyes, a vintage noir mystery