A high-paced, hardboiled regional noir: fresh, gritty, unnerving, with a stark and lonely beauty. Do bad people look like good people, like friends and brothers and boyfriends and students, until they have their hands around your throat? All of these men standing around me, drinks in hand, backs to this screen smiling, laughing, flirting, and they look harmless. But any one of them could be something else now: rapist, murdered, spree shooter, torturer, paedophile. I try to picture them sprayed with blood and gore and its easy. I can do it, mentally. All of these guys could be him because all of these guys were just like him. Gatton, Queensland. 1994. Nate is a student, dealing weed on the side. A girl called Maya Kibby is dead. No one knows who killed her. Nate needs to refresh his supply, but Jesse, his friend and dealer, is missing. Nate is high. He is alone. Being hunted for the suitcase he has found and haunted by its contents. And as things turn from bad to worse, Nate uncovers far more than he bargained for.