Welcome
to 1896. The art of police investigation means knowing how much to club a
suspect until he talks. Moving through Manhattan boulevards requires a keen eye
for pools of urine and horse manure. Psychiatrists are so sinister in the
public consciousness they are known as “alienists” and regarded with fear and
loathing.
It
is a bleak and dangerous time, even more so when New York City discovers its
own version of London’s Jack the Ripper on the loose.
