To his family, he was known as Trance Williams. To his fans and colleagues in the music world, it was Triple-XXX. What distinguished him in the rap scene were his clean lyrics, wholesome sounds and virtuous themes. Then, in the time it takes to fire a bullet, his life was stolen on the streets of Detroit. The police dismissed the killing as drug-related. Drug-related? shouted his famous football star brother and their whole family. The kid never touched a joint. What they did not know was that he had his hands in something far more lethal, a self-assigned investigation into the murder of his closest friend months earlier. Trance would learn that the record industry had come under the grip of a group of nasty and tough criminals. The kid came a little too close. Cookie Acosta, a fledgling private sleuth hired by the family, was following the exact same path that Trance’s life ended on. She was also targeted for elimination. But then a funny thing happened on the way to…a meeting with the police chief.