Welcome to Champion City. A megatropolis it isn't. But you couldn't arrive at that conclusion by looking at the police blotter. Most everyone in the city would tell you that a day in Champion is like...a week in hell!
It all starts with a girl and a bag of cash. Candi was the kind of gal who could give a guy indigestion. She was poison, with looks to kill, a reluctant moll looking for a way out. Thurman was a young flatfoot, not necessarily the knight in shining armor. He went to shake out a brawl and nearly fed her his gun - was it any wonder he got a date? They spend an evening on the run, but where does it lead? Just when it looks like it's over - boom! Is it a dead girl, a bag of somebody else's dough, or both?
Written in the style of the slang ridden, bullet riddled classic crime, pulp, and mystery fiction, Layne's A Week in Hell drops the listener square into all the corruption and corrosion of human spirit that is Champion City. Dames, gats, gumshoes, and brass cupcakes die, shoot, run, and glitter.