
“Maybe he would find the girl... maybe he would find himself.”
Private detective and former football player Harry Moseby gets hired on to what seems a standard missing person case, as a former Hollywood actress whose only major roles came thanks to being married to a studio mogul wants Moseby to find and return her daughter. Harry travels to Florida to find her, but he begins to see a connection between the runaway girl, the world of Hollywood stuntmen, and a suspicious mechanic when an unsolved murder comes to light.
A sun-drenched, yet deeply cynical, dive into the murky underbelly of Hollywood dreams. It feels like a slow, simmering dread, where every beautiful vista hides a rot, and trust is a currency no one can afford.














