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Before we begin there are some things you should know. This is our story - hers and mine. It could have been so different if it weren't for him. There are some secrets you can't take to the grave, and once the ugly truth is out there's no going back. I had to act, I had no choice. But I didn't mean for it to go this far.

1907: A world of steam and steel, of brass and bravery. Spaceships ply the lanes above the Earth, running on coke furnaces and a prayer, while the atomic-powered Circumferential Rail runs the route between Paris, France, and Houston, Texas. Where there is cargo, and passengers of means, pirates soon follow, and this is how Jonathan Orbital, heir to the Circumferential Rail finds himself embroiled in a conspiracy surrounding a kidnapped French woman with a valuable secret.

After four years working in a New York brothel to pay off a debt to the mob, Nina is nearly paid up and ready to go home. She just needs to see one more client, a recluse who always pays a half-million in cash for a night with the brothel's best girls, but this last trick soon becomes a battle for Nina's soul. Meanwhile, the brothel's sadistic madam has been secretly hoarding money so she can move up in her family's organization, and she's depending on that windfall to tip the scales in her favor, but her driver Ramón has other ideas.

Ever since Colt and his robot sidekick Petey battled with a monster beneath the city streets, a dark cloud has been hanging over the private detective and the City of Angels at large. Struggling to find steady work and indulging an ever-increasing taste for booze, our titular hero is angling for rock bottom when his best friend, Clutch McIntyre, becomes his next client.

It's 1947, and the streets are filthy with grease and empty promises. Private detective Colt Coltrane and his robot sidekick Petey troll the city for cheaters and deadbeats while angering the mob. It's all business as usual until a mysterious Japanese woman asks him to look into a string of grisly murders along the LA River, where the only trace the killer leaves behind is a single white lotus flower. But there's far more to this dame than meets the eye.