Gatsby’s Last Secret

It’s May 16, 1925, in the heart of a booming New York City, where the nights roll together in a decadent blur that never seems to end. Shiny cars line the streets, people flock to the cinema or dart from one party to the next, past glitzy magazines in corner stands bursting with the latest trends. Flicking through the pages, New Yorkers titter and gasp—every week there’s a new hairstyle, and the skirts get shorter and shorter…
In the smoky interior of the Flying Flapper, New York’s legendary speakeasy, it’s a wild Saturday night. Dazzling guests sway to smooth jazz while the drinks keep on coming. Prohibition doesn’t exist in the Flying Flapper. The Chief of Police, you see, is not only doing business with the owner, he’s the Flapper’s most regular patron!
Midnight, one o’clock, then two o’clock comes and goes. The remaining clientele stagger out, tugging coat collars up against the crisp night air. Suddenly, an earsplitting scream echoes across the empty dancefloor. The owner of the Flying Flapper, the illustrious Frank Fitz, has been murdered!