"I looked away from the wound and down to the face in the mirror. It was a good face. Tired, I guess. Fortyish, but firm. Some grey around the temples, but nothing that you noticed right away. Good jaw line. Could use a shave, but wasn't likely to get one. A man, taken for all in all. I had only one objection to the face in the mirror. I couldn't remember ever seeing it before in my life." When private detective Drake Finn wakes up in the remains...