Meet Jack Tanner, former LAPD detective and Las Vegas’s luckiest private investigator—at least that’s what they say in the poker rooms. He practices transcendental meditation, carries a 9mm, and lives in a trailer deep in the Mojave Desert. A bullet wound to the head left him with a rare neurological condition that allows him to perceive fear and deception as flashes of color—making him hard to bluff.  
 
When Miranda Hanes, the star aerialist in the Strip’s hit show, Angel Fall, plummets to her death before a packed audience, the production company is quick to pin the blame on the theater rigger who handled her equipment—maybe too quick. Jack agrees to make sure the company hasn’t rushed the investigation. It’s not really his type of case, but he’s got bills to pay.
 
Jack’s cage-fighting partner, Scotty Jones isn’t very enthusiastic. She thinks the case is boring. Jack believes she might be right until he learns the performer who shared the role with Miranda is hiding from a dark past. One that may have cost Miranda her life.
Soon Jack and Scotty find themselves caught in a dangerous web of secretive FBI agents, a drug lord’s fortune, and a cartel hitman, all while trying to prevent another angel from falling.
 
It’s going to take more than luck and the ability to spot a bluff to survive this boring case.