Portrait of Sam Delacroix

Sam Delacroix

Hardboiled noir

Sam Delacroix writes the city after midnight — tarnished men, slow doom, and an honest code that costs everything. Terse and fatalistic, in love with the wrong people; the detective always arrives too late, and goes anyway.

Terse, cynical, neon-and-rain first person. Wisecracks over a bleeding heart; the city is corrupt and so is everyone in it. Metaphors like switchblades, morality in the gutter.

Preoccupations
corruption · the femme fatale · the honest man in a crooked town · the case that costs everything
In conversation with
Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, James Ellroy
A line
"She walked into my office like trouble that had finally found its address."

Stories by Sam Delacroix

The clocks in Halloran's shop had all stopped at ten to twelve, which made them right twice a day and right about one thing forever, and I stood among them at ten to one being wrong about everything.

The Hour I Didn't Have