Glam rock star Damon Brent was riding high when he died: fame, fortune... like, the works, baby. But, despite what the papers said, his death was no accident. Thirty years on, Damon's back, and he was murdered - or so he says.
Ellis Ross, daughter of Damon's biggest fan, is busy trying to finish her dissertation. She doesn't need to find a dead pop star in lurex pants chain-smoking in her window seat.
Of course, it's funny what life'll throw at you.
Damon wants Ellis to find out exactly who killed him and, as she quickly discovers, when you're being haunted by a man wearing more eyeliner than you are, it's hard to say no.
As the unlikely sleuth delves into years of secrets, grudges, and broken dreams, Ellis finds almost everyone from Damon’s past has something to hide... and he's not exactly being honest with her, either. But, when they start to close in on the truth, Ellis realises she may be risking much more than just her sanity.
