"Look! Let's go into Starbucks and get a coffee and then go home." Carol replied. "Sure." Damien muttered. He pushed the door open and they walked to the counter. Damien was ordering for her of course. He always did everything for her, like she was a child. She looked over her shoulder and there he was. His brown hair, with the prettiest baby blue eyes, a smile that could kill and the perfect olive skin tone. She looked away, thinking she was imagining all of this and looked back. He was gone." A chance meeting in a coffee shop intertwines a perplexing array of characters, each with extraordinary pasts leads to murder in Las Vegas. But are those pasts real or paranormal. And is it murder?