Oregon is as equally uninteresting as it is vastly alluring. It struggles for an identity, but the charm is that it never cared to settle for one. However, beneath Portland’s facade, the city is becoming as bleak as the weather. Poverty is on the rise, business is in decline, and its citizens are divided by red and blue. In the valley, the city bleats with life, the fog rolls through forested hills, and the sky is incessantly shrouded in clouds. Stores and offices that once lit up a vibrant city, are mostly now vacant skeletons that extend through empty streets. Only a distant echo of a brighter future remains.

Detective Brooke O’Donnell, like her father, swore to uphold the law by following in his footsteps and to bring his murderer to justice. But chasing ghosts is put on hold when a serial killer threatens to come out of hiding and deal out his own judgement on law and city officials. In a stroke of twisted luck she comes face to face with the serial killer, but when fate gives her the deal of her life and her goal is within reach, she falls like a house of cards. She must now contend with her recovery to full health along with the slow, grueling work that is police procedure to bring this serial killer to justice. Her recovery, however, is only the first chapter of what is to come.

Gifted with the keen eye and steady aim of Artemis, Brooke’s marksmanship with firearms begins to slip as signs of Parkinson’s are slowly presenting. Infuriated by the thought of her independence being threatened, Brooke decides to commit herself to what she can control. In lieu of calm waters, though, the killer gets personal and Brooke is forced to weather the storm. Now, Brooke must contend with giving her life to catching a killer, or living a life of sorrow and regret. But the more her skills fade, the answer starts becoming clear.