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 h…









