Meanwhile, a new face rose to prominence in the city. His name was Jonathan Jones. He first came to the city in the mid-1940s as a G.I. furloughed after taking a slug to the thigh. Though the injury caused no lasting impediments, it caused Jones a great deal of pain in the years after receiving it.
A military police officer, Jones quickly secured a private investigators’ license. Though he participated in the regular day to day activities of a P.I., his focus quickly became the city’s organized crime. He busted a pair of crime rings early in his career, which caused the newspapers to dub him the Crime Crusader. But it wasn’t a name that hung well on his shoulders.
He fell into alcohol for the second half of the 1940s. By the dawn of the new decade, he was barely functional and his business just scraped by, a shamble of its former self. It would take a woman that entered his life to straighten him up and bring him to the attention of the city’s greatest criminal, Red Hawk.
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