"You want to know what you're dealing with here," Lumpkin's tone became serious but very quiet. His words were barely audible as he spoke sternly about Poche. "You want to know what you're after a pathological liar, with no morals or sense of right and wrong; pure evil. Children stop smiling when they see him, priests feel the blood freeze in their veins as he walks past, and us the police, we pull the hammers back on our guns anytime we know he's near. He's a vicious shadow of a snake that breaks all Ten Commandments by just waking up in the morning. I know. I've had to look him in the eyes, all alone "
New Orleans's famous detective, Cal Panterra, haphazardly finds himself moving too fast through a case that's had years to misleadingly create its own immunity. One that's entrenched his mind to the point he ignores his own skilled instincts. Driven with passion to resolve a case his late Chief and mentor left behind, he doesn't realize there'll be lessons to learn. When it comes to murder, the most obvious of motives can quickly change.