Ash McKenna used to be an amateur P.I. emphasis on amateur'. Despite good intentions, he made a mess of his life in New York, so tried to build a new one in Portland. But after a traumatic turn of events, he ends up on a commune in the Georgia woods, binge-drinking cheap whiskey and waiting for his passport to flee the country and nightmares that have followed him. Then a man is found dead. Known only as Crusty Pete', the commune dweller is sprawled in the dirt, having fallen from a high rope bridge. It's written off as an accident, but Ash suspects something more sinister. As he looks into.