Open your window wide and sit down, by your side... It's raining and barbarically cold? Optimal conditions, very nice! So, you sit down and place a generously filled glass of Scotch next to you. Bourbon works too. In a pinch, any drink will do. Turn on the radio and stick to the blues station. Damn. Blues is hardly played anywhere anymore. Then just head to the record store and get something by Muddy Waters, or even better, Tom Waits or B.B. King. No matter how... Ballads from once semi-teenage sob stories about sinking luxury liners are completely out of the question. Phil Chandler is here. One of the countless freelance detectives in present-day Chicago. His fateful name, inseparably linked to his job and character, serves as both his business card and his Dr.