Summary
Neon-noir Manhattan, circa 1923: champagne cascades over Prohibition flutes while chorus girls kick like switchblades beneath fractured marquees. Jack Harding—boulevardier, philanderer, trust-fund Icarus—drifts from penthouse to speakeasy, trailing the narcotic laughter of Lola, a Broadway panther in lamé who collects hearts the way ticket-takers collect stubs. One midnight, under the carbon glare of Times Square, Lola’s pulse is stilled by an unseen hand; a pearl-handled pistol clatters at Jack’s patent-leather feet, and the tabloid machinery roars to life. Overnight, the golden boy becomes a tabloid Judas, shackled by circumstantial tinsel. Enter his estranged wife, Eleanor—ice-blooded attorney whose briefcase hides both jurisprudence and a still-smoldering heart. In oak-paneled courtrooms she dissects alibis like an anatomist, while flashbulbs paint her cheekbones with magnesium snow. Through Chinatown opium cellars, Long Island mausoleums, and the velvet insides of a Park Avenue elevator cage, the couple exhume blackmail letters, a corrupt police commissioner, and the final revelation that the vamp staged her own demise to escape a syndicate of predators. When the verdict shatters like crystal, Eleanor’s closing argument becomes a dirge for every woman weaponized as ornament, and Jack, stripped of bravado, kneels—not for absolution but for the chance to become the husband she no longer needs.
Jack Harding, a wealthy ne'er-do-well, becomes involved with a Broadway vamp. When she is murdered, Jack is falsely accused of the crime and must turn for help to his lawyer--his wife.
