Carrie Dowd sensed murder-she knew how it was done, the circumstances surrounding the person's disappearance, and the turmoil the victim endured. But who did it always evaded her, even after a missing girl's mother reached out for help. Carrie's dreams and life always dowsed in the tragedies of others. How was she going to assist a mourning family if she could not reveal fully what her psychic mind saw?
It's January 1943 and things are slow for Sam Flanagan, Detroit private detective. He's about to call it a day and return to the woman he shares a home with; his eighty two year old grandmother, when in walks Chicago socialite Phyllis Killburn. She's the daughter of the late tire tycoon, Alden Whitaker, and she's got troubles. It seems her husband may be stepping out on her with another woman and he's keeping a big secret as to his involvement with the military. She wants to know what's going on and she's willing to pay big bucks for the information.
Sam travels to the Windy City and looks up his longtime friend, Harry Blevins, journalist for the Chicago Tribune. With Harry's assistance, and with the inadvertent ramblings of his grandmother, will Sam be able to put all the pieces together to solve what is happening within the walls of the Whitaker Estate to stop a murder plot? The deeper Sam digs into the case, he uncovers more twists. Does Sam find a method to this madness?