Until it isn't.

It's 1976, and Jackson Trade has his own problems. He's been back from Vietnam long enough to get divorced, get fired, and crawl into the bottom of a bourbon bottle. So when a grieving father asks him to find out why his murdered daughter stopped calling home, Jackson agrees to look into it. It's a question without an answer, and any answer will do. Easy money, right?

But as he noses around the edges of the closed case, he finds a mix of bad assumptions and mistaken identity, together with another murder that has a neighborhood afraid for its children. Before he knows it, Jackson is in a race to catch a killer where no one is looking.

Can Jackson stop his own downward spiral before another killing turns Music City into Murder City? Or will a craven killer walk away, free to murder again?

This is hardboiled Southern.

All. Day. Long.