The answer ain't in the Sunday paper, Mack. You plop down a few bucks at the local comic shop, and pick up a copy of Sam and Twitch while shooting a glance at the dame in the hot red dress and heels. Quite a lot, really, if they're working behind the yellow tape that seems like a homecoming parade for an overweight Sam and an over-polite Twitch. Bad days at the office may have started with their patrol duties in Spawn . However, the two detectives got sick of the rat race, finger pointing, and politics because the corruption stained their teeth faster than a pack of Lucky Strikes.
Supernatural murders yield faltering heartbeats in the first exhausting story arc.
And if this first story indicates that the book's team is just getting their feet wet, then we are going to need a medical team stat to revive us from the lack of oxygen. You can't help but hold your breath between the puzzling monthly cliffhangers. You can't help but feel the stress of these two grungy detectives, who have only the truth as their daily supplemental vitamins, and their friendship as a crutch to prop up their headaches. Laws of physics break. The mob is into everything .