Maya Samson, Brooke's oldest friend, was looking at her incredulously. "You've had 54 jobs in 9 years. And now you're here trying to convince me that Daniel's death was murder - why? Because you're bored?"
"Well," a thousand answers ran through Brooke's mind - because I've spent 9 years running from Ventura and now I'm back, because Daniel was one of the few people who actually wasn't horrible to me in this messed up town and I owe him, because - "54 jobs and I haven't tried my hand at being a private detective yet," she answered instead, "so there's that."
Brooke's back in Ventura, California, the town she spent the past few years desperately trying to run from. Now, there's been a murder - or so she thinks. Will she be able to make people see reason or will she cut and run again?