Hipster movie critic Ann Whitehead pushed a Hollywood murder
case to a bloody climax and almost died herself. Changed
forever-less stupid and more fun-she has moved on to a place she
knows well: the San Joaquin Valley, where her grandfather's closest
friend, Joe Balch, owns the oil company that keeps one town
Balch gets Ann a job with the Oklahoma contractor drilling his
wildcat well. It's hard work, but Ann loves both it and her crusty
old boss, Emmet. Then a guy on her crew is killed by a falling
hammer. Sheriffs rule it an accident but Ann's LAPD squeeze,
Detective Doug Lockwood, says it's murder. Ann can't resist the
challenge of chasing a killer-and then the killer starts chasing
her . . .
From a writer whose first novel was praised as "highly literate,
exceptionally action-packed and occasionally harrowing"
(Chicago Tribune), this is a wild ride full of bad
behavior and laughs, oil-field characters, and small-town
atmosphere, starring a heroine who never does anything halfway.