When Mike Travis sails his yacht into the tropical harbor of Kona, Hawaii, he expects to put LA Homicide behind him, to let the warm sea wash the blood of years from his hands. Instead, he finds his family home ravaged by shotgun blasts, littered with drugs, and the bodies of a dead rock star and his groupies. And then it gets worse.
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