Jordan Greenblatt deals with life the way he deals with music--as a supporting player. Jordan is the bass guitar in the band of life--steady, solid, able to keep his cool, emotionally detached. Even as a private investigator, Jordan keeps a low profile. He takes pictures of adulterous husbands and helps local lawyers with medical malpractice cases, but he rarely breaks a sweat. He lives a quiet life with his wife and his jazz musician friends in suburban Atlanta. Nothing about him says "private eye," even his name. And then, one steamy summer day, Jordan agrees to look into an old hit-and-run accident that took the life of a girl he knew in high school--a case in which he has a personal stake, for once in his life. The more he looks into the story, the more he is forced to question everyone's assumptions. Bit by bit, he is dragged deeper and deeper into a mystery that he is not prepared to handle--a mystery that threatens to uncover many closely-guarded and long-protected secrets-including his own.