Harry Dante was what he wanted to be: a gumshoe. He had wanted to be a detective from childhood, and in the 1940's he was pretty good at it. Then things went wrong. Things started happening that shouldn't be part of a hard-boiled Kansas City private eye's days. Part of that must have been taking that job near Roswell, New Mexico. Strange stuff, strange people, and more mysteries than most people would ever encounter. Everything Harry Dante had going for him might not be enough. Not by a long shot.