Frankie Moretti knows you can be a criminal without being a bad guy.

Then a job in 1929 Chicago ends with him falling through a portal and landing at the feet of Azrath the Undying, an immortal lich with an army of skeletons and absolutely no idea how to run a proper racket.

His collectors starve the peasants they're supposed to tax. His henchmen kill people who could be making money. And every time Azrath squeezes his subjects too hard, another idiot in shining armor shows up.

Frankie can fix that.

Soon he's reorganizing tribute, protecting villages, disciplining corrupt death-priests, and accidentally becoming a folk hero.

Meanwhile, apprentice necromancer Thrak the Small lands in Chicago and discovers gangsters actually appreciate his ideas.

Two henchmen. Two worlds. Two very different rises to power.

Frankie insists he's no hero. He's just loyal to the Boss.

But what happens when loyalty to the Boss means betraying your people?