A day as hot as horseradish. Throw in a deserted Biloxi beach and an abandoned car. Add to this a bullet riddled trunk and the stench of death. On the front seat throw in a revolver the size of a small cannon and as serious looking as a Baptist Minister’s sermon. Only an idiot would pick up the gun, plastering it with their finger prints. Gabriel Ross never planned to become a Private Eye. He just fell into it. Now he’s in over his head in a fun house ride involving a beautiful client, missing teenage girls, police corruption and organized creeps.