Swap: Toronto

DetectivesPriceandMcKeonarecalledtothescene—ahusbandandwifefoundslumpedintheircar,parkedsidewaysonabusydowntownon-ramp,abulletineachoftheirheads.That'swhat'sinthepapers,andthat'sallthepublicsees.TorontotheGood,withoccasionalspecksofrandombadness.Butbehindthatdisposableheadline,Toronto'sshadowcitysprawlsoutwards,agraspingandviciouseconomyofdrugs,guns,sex,andgoldbullion.AndthatshadowcityfeelsjustlikehomeforGet—aDetroitboy,project-raised,ex-army,IraqandAfghanistan,onlysignedupforthebusinessopportunities,plentyofthemoverthere.Nowhe'sback,andhe'sbeensentupherebyhisfamilytosellgunstoToronto'sfast-risingbikergangs,maybeevenseeaboutapartnership.ThemanGetneedstotalktoisNugs,leaderoftheSaintsofHell.Nugsisoverseeingunprecedentedprogress,takingtheclubnational,unitingbikerscoast-to-coast(byforceifnecessary),pushingbackagainsttheItalians,andintroducingaveneerofrespectability.Beardstrimmedtogoatees,golfshirtsinsteadofleatherjackets,andSUVsreplacingthebikes.Andnowthecopscan'ttellthedifferencebetweenbikersandbankers.DetectivesPriceandMcKeon?Alltheycandoiswatchandgrimaceanddrink,andsweepupthedetritusleftincrime'swake—deadhookers,copscorruptedanddiscarded,anyoneelsetooslowandweaktokeepup,ortoostupidnottogetoutoftheway.ThisisToronto'sshadowcity,andyouwon'trecognizeit.“Canada’sanswertoElmoreLeonardisgoingplaces...”—TorontoStar