Sam Stark has a problem. Ever since he touched that Falcon figurine in the museum, his world has gone mad: the colors are subdued, the shadows sharpened, and strange lighting patterns seem to be everywhere. As if that wasn't bad enough, he's been meeting strange people, too: gangsters and murderers, and too many 'femme fatales' to count. To make matters still worse, the Falcon was stolen from the museum by some Spade fellow, and hasn't been recovered. How's a young man to survive in a world suddenly turned Noir?