I never thought picking up trash would lead to a murder scene. But here I am, Vic Antonelli, ex-B&E artist turned prison laborer, staring at a dead woman hidden beneath a bush on Artesia Boulevard. Her neck is bruised, her eyes empty, and my hands are shaking. I didn’t kill her—but someone did. And now that I’ve seen her, I’m not sure I’ll make it to my release date. The system wants silence. The killer wants me gone. But I know one thing: the truth doesn’t stay buried forever.