From Jerald Presents.

When a woman walks into his office wearing nothing but trouble and a faint scent of vanilla bourbon, Jerald is forced to confront the one case that might finally break him… or make him shave.

The job? Recover a priceless artifact known only as The Maltese Mustache—an object shrouded in myth, betrayal, and a suspicious amount of pomade.
The suspects? Everyone from a mustache-twirling ex-mime to a retired romance novelist with unusually strong forearms.
The odds? Somewhere between unlikely and “don’t bet the house.”

Set in a city that smells faintly of ashtrays and regret, this spoof-noir mystery wraps pulp fiction tropes in velvet sarcasm, delivering a full-bodied sip of mystery, innuendo, and absurdity. Think The Maltese Falcon if it drank too much, forgot the plot, and woke up in a trench coat that didn’t belong to it.

If you like your fiction pulpy, your protagonists confused, and your dialogue dripping with double meaning—this one’s for you. Perfect for fans of offbeat noir, absurdist comedy, and stories that take themselves just seriously enough to pull it off.