Detective Sullivan knew murder when he saw it. Even after signing the report listing the death as suicide, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Perhaps it was the grotesque figure of the deceased sprawled on the pavement. Perhaps it was the eerie message on the computer in his hotel room. Something didn't feel right. Now he was headed into the unknown with a delusional old man who called himself St. Paul. Was Paul leading Rudy to Becca? Or was he leading him into a trap? Rudy couldn't shake the feeling that the answer could threaten to shake apart the universe itself.