Synopsis

The salt spray stung Hooker’s face as he walked the beach, the rhythmic crash of waves a familiar solace. It was there, amidst the foamy surf, that he found her – a young woman, lifeless and pale against the sand. The coroner’s report offered no clues to her identity, only the grim certainty of foul play. A murder. And with it, an unwelcome responsibility settled upon Hooker's shoulders. An enigmatic painter and a small book of phone numbers recovered from the girl became his only threads in