In his old house in uptown New Orleans, Lew Griffin stands alone in a dark room, looking out. Behind him on the bed is a body. Instead of speaking, he reflects on his life--his failing relationship, his missing son, the fact that he hasn't written in years--and how the two of them ended up there.

In a novel as much about identity as about crime, the answers to Lew's personal mysteries begin to become clear in the series' brilliantly constructed climax.