It’s the year 2043 and post World War III Old San Francisco is a seedy, radioactive dive, but P.I. Tex Murphy calls it home. The women in Tex’s life are either washed up or shipping out, and this private dick is singing the lonesome gumshoe...
It’s December 2042 and Tex Murphy, last of the old-style PIs, has hit rock bottom. A run of tough luck and a soured marriage have left Tex nursing a bottle of cheap bourbon and wishing he could sink right into the pavement.
Then a priceless...