Crime Scene Cleaner [kraɪm siːnˈkliːnə] - Cleans up crime scenes…before the cops know there is one. People always say ‘you can’t go home again’. It turns out that doesn’t count as a guarantee…especially not during a global pandemic. After the jobs in LA started to dry up, crime scene cleaner Grade Pulaski was forced to pack up and move home. He loves his family, but the last thing he ever wanted was to face the ghosts he’d left back in Sweeny, Kentucky. Also, the place just sucks. He certainly isn’t going to stay any longer than necessary. The plan is to save up enough money to move back to LA and give his business a kick-start. The problem is that, as previously mentioned, Sweeny’s a hole and the locals are anything but professional. Now a body has gone missing, Grade’s reputation is being held hostage, and people keep asking whether his Dad really did run off with 100 grand of meth in the back of Dodge. Plus, even though you shouldn’t sleep with your employers, crime lord Clay Traynor is exactly the sort of bad idea that Grade can’t resist. Tattooed, bad news, and dangerous. …oh, yeah. Grade’s job is to clean up the crime scene before the cops know someone’s dead. That’s why he needs to sort this out before he gets a bad review on dark net Yelp

All Grade Pulaski wanted was a quiet life, a few low-profile murders to clean up after, and his home-town in the rear-view as he headed back to LA. Simple, attainable goals. All he had to do was keep his nose down and everyone else's hands clean...as far as the law was concerned...and he'd been able to show Sweeny his heels sooner rather than later. Problem was that Grade's 'thing' with local mob boss Clay Traynor—currently somewhere between a one-night stand and a bad idea—was a lot of things, but it wasn't quiet or simple. For example, Judge Charity Parker was the last person in Sweeny who needed to know Grade's name. Yet here he was in her basement after midnight, cleaning up a mess that could derail a couple of political careers in one fell swoop. All because Clay owed Judge Parker a favor...or three. Grade should have known better than to go along with it. Amateurs always made a job messy, and politicians didn't have a grateful bone in their body. Now the only chance he had of seeing LA ever again, meant that he had to break his professional code of conduct. He needed to get his client caught.