THE LINEUP

In this racket, the line between the good guys and the goons is thinner than a cheap dime.

We've got the hard-luck heroes who still got a scrap of conscience, the wise guys who play both sides of the street, and the stone-cold killers who'd sell their own mothers for a sawbuck.

Faces and files below to keep 'em straight—'cause in this town, the wrong face in the shadows means you're the next sap on ice.

Faces you know. Trouble you don't.

MACE VALOR

Bright spark in a powder keg.

Ex-fighter pilot with a mind like a razor and morals like smoke.

Once an ace pulling miracles from flak and fire, not a two-bit shamus blowing every hard-earned dime on rye, willing dames and horses that finish last.

ANGELS WITH DIRTY FACES

Sunshine with steel edges.

A relentlessly optimistic Girl Friday who answers every crisis with "We can fix it."

But her missing father, drowning debt, and run of cruel luck are testing just how long she can keep pretending the cracks don't show.

AUDREY DARE
NERO
HAVOC McGRANE

Frog dog with a lion heart.

The pint-sized French Bulldog pup has a face full of mischief and a personality that's equal parts chaos and loyal sidekick.

A one-dog demolition crew--get in his way and prepare for a tiny tank takedown.

Wrecking ball with a wrench.

Grease, grit and barely contained fury. Commando turned mechanic, he's a hard-drinking hellraiser who never shook the taste for chaos.

Sabotage and survival aren't skills, they're reflexes.

PEDRO

Bright spark in a powder keg.

Ex-fighter pilot with a mind like a razor and morals like smoke.

Once an ace pulling miracles from flak and fire, not a two-bit shamus blowing every hard-earned dime on rye, willing dames and horses that finish last.

Sunshine with steel edges.

A relentlessly optimistic Girl Friday who answers every crisis with "We can fix it."

But her missing father, drowning debt, and run of cruel luck are testing just how long she can keep pretending the cracks don't show.

PEDRO'S WIFE
MANNY
MACE GUY

Frog dog with a lion heart.

The pint-sized French Bulldog pup has a face full of mischief and a personality that's equal parts chaos and loyal sidekick.

A one-dog demolition crew--get in his way and prepare for a tiny tank takedown.

Wrecking ball with a wrench.

Grease, grit and barely contained fury. Commando turned mechanic, he's a hard-drinking hellraiser who never shook the taste for chaos.

Sabotage and survival aren't skills, they're reflexes.

GUNNER RUTT

Old money, the kind that buys silence and never apologizes.

Handsome in an icy Nordic way—his smile warms the room while his soul stays locked in permafrost.

The city bows when he walks in; the corpses just don't talk about why.

DAMES & DEVILS

Gunner's soon-to-be ex, a raven-haired knockout with a taste for trouble and other men's beds.

Spoiled rotten, indiscreet, and so damn pretty it hurts to look at her.

She drifts through rooms like a cloud of French perfume laced with arsenic.

Sharp-dressed Sarita Muerta mobster with a taste for power and a grudge against half the town.

Ambitious made guy, tired of fighting Rutt and LA's Mickey Blowtorch for scraps of the rackets.

Cross him and you'll die regretting it.

Chuggie Barnes' rough-neck muscle. Thugs who collect on overdue loans with their fists and a sap.

Not the sharpest knives in the drawer—hell, they wouldn't know a thought if it slugged them—but they get the job done with plenty of enthusiasm.

REBECCA 'BECS' RUTT
THE VINCH
PINCHET & PUNCH
THE COSSACK

Old money, the kind that buys silence and never apologizes.

Handsome in an icy Nordic way—his smile warms the room while his soul stays locked in permafrost.

The city bows when he walks in; the corpses just don't talk about why.

Gunner's soon-to-be ex, a raven-haired knockout with a taste for trouble and other men's beds.

Spoiled rotten, indiscreet, and so damn pretty it hurts to look at her.

She drifts through rooms like a cloud of French perfume laced with arsenic.

The friendliest loan shark this side of the river Styx. He'll pat you on the back, buy you a drink and ask after your kids.

But miss the vig? The affable uncle turns butcher in the back room. He'll slit your throat, like he's opening yesterday's mail

Chuggie Barnes' rough-neck muscle. Thugs who collect on overdue loans with their fists and a sap.

Not the sharpest knives in the drawer—hell, they wouldn't know a thought if it slugged them—but they get the job done with plenty of enthusiasm.

CHUGGY BARNES
BAD PENNY
SCRIBBLES
CLAIRE LeCLERC

Sultry as a slow blues number, violet eyes that could melt steel or freeze your blood, depending on her mood.

Upper-crust bad girl with a pedigree longer than her rap sheet. Trouble in silk stockings, the kind who makes you forget you're breathing.

BRUISERS & BABES

Claire's private Rasputin, a lean, Russian pipe-hitter who handles the dirty work with quiet efficiency.

Battle-scarred with an eye for the future, he's got all the empathy of a hired gun.

When LeClerc snaps her fingers, he makes problems disappear—permanently.

A by-the-book DA, shakebox, all starched collars and no mercy.

Valor's flyboy war buddy, but don't let the clean-cut act fool you—he'll hang you high and sleep like a baby afterward.

Justice is his racket, and he plays it rough.

Butler to Dr. Crest, he's the soul of discretion—with a price tag and a grudge.

All starched cuffs and clipped vowels, he knows where the bodies are buried because he dug the holes.

Deception's his daily duty; betrayal's just good service.

EDWIN IRWIN
ARSENY
SATTHERWAITE
DR. CREST 2

Sultry as a slow blues number, violet eyes that could melt steel or freeze your blood, depending on her mood.

Upper-crust bad girl with a pedigree longer than her rap sheet. Trouble in silk stockings, the kind who makes you forget you're breathing.

Claire's private Rasputin, a lean, Russian pipe-hitter who handles the dirty work with quiet efficiency.

Battle-scarred with an eye for the future, he's got all the empathy of a hired gun.

When LeClerc snaps her fingers, he makes problems disappear—permanently.

A by-the-book DA, shakebox, all starched collars and no mercy.

Valor's flyboy war buddy, but don't let the clean-cut act fool you—he'll hang you high and sleep like a baby afterward.

Justice is his racket, and he plays it rough.

Butler to Dr. Crest, he's the soul of discretion—with a price tag and a grudge.

All starched cuffs and clipped vowels, he knows where the bodies are buried because he dug the holes.

Deception's his daily duty; betrayal's just good service.

GIRL 2
GIRL 1
SUEY