In 1988 Baja California, 72-year-old Philip Marlowe is living out his retirement in the terrace bar of the La Fonda hotel, sipping margaritas, playing cards, his silver-tipped cane at the ready. One day, two men dressed like undertakers saunter in with a case that has his name written all over it. For Marlowe, this is his last roll of the dice, his swan song. His mission is to investigate the death of Donald Zinn—supposedly drowned off his yacht, and leaving behind a much younger and now very rich wife. But in this Edgar Award nominated homage to Raymond Chandler, is Zinn even dead? Or is something stranger going on?