It’s cold.Roland Sand boards a train to Chicago.

He awakens on a park bench in town he’s never seen before.

It’s hot.

It’s sultry.

How did he get there?

He doesn’t know.

Who is the beautiful girl on the bench beside him?

He doesn’t know.

But she’s quite dead, and he has no idea who killed her.

Or why?

But he’ll find out if it’s the last thing he ever does.

It might well be.

For Roland Sand, it’s a journey to a dark, mysterious place from which there is no escape.

It’s a noir thriller.

It’s a Short Read.

It hits you with the impact of a pistol shot.