The Noir

I always heard stories about my grandfather. About how great of a detective he was, about all the lives lost that he avenged by seeking justice for them. But there was one story that never had an ending: the year was 1947, 4 gangsters were found dead in a dive bar owned by the mob. Grandad was assigned to the case to find the person responsible for this almost admirable crime. He had 4 suspects, each more likely a culprit than the last. I never got a chance to hear the ending to this story, if only I could see things through grandad’s eyes and find the ending myself…