As Mrs. Lotts wrapped up her tale of marital sorrow, tears dripped from her eyes and she began to weep. Studs Fedora reached for the...

Mrs. Lotts laid a photo on the desk: herself and Merton on their wedding day, the happiest day of their lives. Studs saw it coming...

She said she was the wife of Merton Travis Lotts, the real estate tycoon, and that she needed help. Studs looked at his office--the...

She came through his door like a mudslide through a California hill town. A dame. A well put-together dame with a minifigure to make a...

Studs hung his hat on the rack and went to the filing cabinet, hoping to ease the pounding in his head with some hair of the dog. Before...

Studs liked his building and he liked his office. It smelled of mice and stale paper. The L in the poolhall sign flickered and buzzed...

Studs kept an office in a Prohibition-era beast of a building down in the Hell's Playroom neighborhood where nobody admitted that things...

Follow the exciting adventures of Legotown's grittiest detective, Studs Fedora, as he takes apart the world of vice, corruption and other...

The headline story was a doozy, and Studs tried not to imagine that his coffee tasted extra bitter. Jesus, the ways people found to die!...

The sun peeked over the hotel across the street like a mischievous child, then sprinted in the window and struck Studs Fedora like a...