Casey Conley, a one-legged detective, is charged with solving the most
sensational crime to occur in the town of Ridgewood. Someone has stolen
nine bodies from their final entombment in the Cemetery's Mausoleum.
Casey's investigation lacerates wounds to his psyche, similar to the one
his leg suffered in
Iraq, where Casey was part of an Army Special Forces Unit. His dark
emotions, which he thought he left in the desert, resurface as Casey's
investigation deepens. He is consumed with why someone would take these
bodies, as much as where they might be.
Casey's investigation points to a suspect who would not appear to be
attracted to dead bodies. No, this predator abuses sad, living souls,
unfortunate enough to be drawn into his evil orbit. One such victim, her
life tragically ended by a bomb, has special significance for the
amputee, this crime fueling his relentless passion to apprehend the
predator.
A confession is not the only thing on Casey's mind when he finally
confronts the accused. The detective needs to exorcise demons that have
been resurrected by this strange crime. The accused, a perfect
sociopath, recognizes this need. The two men's epic confrontation - a
dance between good and evil - is a discourse on human pain. One suffers
from survivor guilt so strong that he does not feel worthy to be among
the living. The other, consumed with survival, discards victims when
they no longer fulfill his needs.
Only one of these men will depart this desperate encounter intact.
