In the chaotic days following the stock market crash people everywhere scrambled to make a living, but behind the Steak Out life went on as usual for King and his boys. The Maestro hustled his opera talks, Manny the mouse ran errands and Charlie and Bill snatched a purse here and there. Life was good. Then Snorky made King a present and everything went to hell in a hurry, ‘Moulks were smashing bums and trashing squats and making the streets unsafe for man or beast. If the old Chinese gent hadn’t explained the problem and Harry Ray, the big-time gambler and his lady Dakota hadn’t offered a place to hide, even a bum as clever and seasoned as King might not make it to morning. And then there was the horsey bet. Harry never made a bet he couldn’t cover, but Vinny the Weasel was a man you didn’t toy with. And now, Dakota was left sitting on the steps of the Cathedral crying. It was a big mess and King couldn’t see his way out of it. Wait a minute why are those Brownshirts marching? How’s a bum to get a decent night’s sleep with all of this going on? Told in the tradition of Damon Runyon and filled with action, suspense and romance, Jamoulks, the opening novel of the Gonifs series, travels the dark alleys and the back streets of the Great Depression joining Urban noir and gangland romance into an adventure fit to please both the hard-boiled and the dreamers. Come meet King and the Boys and see if they make it till morning.