Around Irene, people are dying… instead of her. At least that’s what she thinks.

How much does it take to turn the glamourous-sleek life of a superstar into a rugged nightmare in good old 1975? One letter wishing Irene Gincher to burn alive, and the death of her only close friend in an explosion, inside the car exactly identical to Gincher’s grey Bentley, which was parked nearby the whole night. One letter… followed by another one, planted under the door of her room five days later, and another death of a man, who chokes at Irene’s table, obeying the Hers Truly’s wicked note. If she doesn’t stop this sequence, how many more victims will pay with their lives before her turn comes?

While the police prefer to think that the connection between the two deaths and the letters is only in Irene’s “creative” imagination, L.A.’s best private detective, former FBI special agent Walter Stowe, just does his job. Despite being skeptical at first about the whole thing, he has time to change his mind while lying on the floor, covered in glassy dust under an assault-rifle fire. It becomes clear: there’s something personal, and Irene needs not only the presidential level of security, but a thorough digging and poking into her life. Because the maniac can turn out to be an insane fan, as well as a higher post politician, or someone much, much closer to the singer’s skin.

If you feel like changing appearance and hiding from the chase is exciting, think twice: will you survive this hunt with loads of people wanting you dead along with Walter Stowe’s clients?

Action movies stop being so stirring when you get arrested at the airport with 150 grams of Columbian cocaine in your guitar case. Which you had no idea about. And, yeah, it’s 1978, so the manhunt for any Escobar’s associates is in full swing. After a brutal interrogation, your lawyer (the best in California) promises you’ll be free before dinner. But the judge sobers up your exhilaration with a more down-to-earth “no bail” verdict, and the next day you’ll have to die in jail. You have less than 18 hours. What will you do?

If your wife is Irene Gincher, she’ll know who to call. Walter Stowe, the head of a detective agency with an impressive tactical rescue experience, knows that this case may be his last, but he wouldn’t reject his friends in need of help, even if Alan Kouris was Pablo Escobar himself. With his buddy Andrew Cotton and former FBI partner Kason Jules, Walter has to hide the spouses and find the evidence of Kouris’ innocence before the DEA, the police, or the cartel get them. But Kason has a slightly different goal, which it’s too early for Walter to know about.