Tiana notices me and sashays over. "Lincoln, darling. What brings you to our humble abode?"
"Playboy's got quite the archive," I comment.
It's 2021, and the streets of New Orleans are as vibrant as ever. But beneath the jazz and jambalaya, the Mafia's still pulling the strings. I'm Lincoln Clay, the game's top enforcer, and I've got a job to do.
Tiana winks. "Yeah, we've got some... exclusives."
My phone buzzes. It's my right-hand man, Burke. "Lincoln, we got a problem. One of our guys got pinched by the cops."