Some songs don't need a piano. They hum in the back of a jazz club, in the quiet spaces between a man's touch and a woman's breath. In 1975 Chicago, Lena Carter's alto voice cuts through the smoke, but her eyes, sharp as a switchblade, are hunting for a note that could kill her. Private investigator Marcus Tate is just another kind of trouble—tall, lean, and the only man who can make her pulse race faster than a Coltrane riff. As their worlds collide over a series of deadly secrets, they learn the hardest lesson of all: that in a city built on broken promises, the only thing more dangerous than the truth is the desire that can ruin everything.

​From the mind of Daddy Darko comes a sensual thriller dripping with jazz, grit, and forbidden heat.