Sol Dorsey would best be described as a throwback to the twenties or thirties. The big man grew up on pulp crime magazines, thought once about being a cop but changed his mind as soon as he heard about things like Miranda and perp’s rights. They got no rights. Bang a head, get an answer, was a continuing philosophy, which only became an issue when he found himself working for the cops. But when he got a message on his new digital answering machine that said, I’m in trouble, Sol. I got nowhere else to turn he knew he had to do something about it. After all, he was one of the best PIs on the west coast, hired by some police agencies to help with high profile crimes, disdained by others, well, because he was Simon Sol Dorsey.