This is a screenplay, not a novel and is in screenplay format. That said, it is very easy to read and follow the story.
Brent Fischer is a Hollywood literary agent. He sells movie scripts, and he does it well. He’s in a relationship with a woman he loves, Emily Moss, and she loves him even more. His life is in order, his future is bright, he just has to stay away from his past. Brent has a history of drug problems. He has a history of suicidal tendencies. A year ago his boss talked him down from a ledge, checked him into a hospital, got him sobered up. And Tony says he can keep his job as long as he stays in counseling and as long as he stays off drugs. So Brent begrudgingly sees a psychiatrist and assures everyone he’s clean. But he’s not clean, he’s leading a double life. And as with all who tried before him, Brent’s two lives eventually collide. With Emily on business in New York, Brent plans a killer party. And it goes off without a hitch – hookers, booze, drugs, the works. It’s great, it’s fun, it’s wild and crazy. Then he goes for a walk on the beach, a walk with his hooker friend Janine. Two men run by in the midst of a gunfight, the purpose of which he’ll never know. Brent hits the deck. Janine is killed. Now Brent has a problem. He was drinking, he was getting high, he was sleeping with a hooker. He’ll lose his fiancé, he’ll lose his job, he’ll probably go to jail. He has to do something, he has to hide the truth. So he gets a shovel and digs a hole and covers the body with sand. Like that’ll be the end of it. The body is found the next morning, unburied by a witness during the night. And Brent has even bigger problems to deal with. Why does he drink? Why does he do drugs? Why does he sleep with hookers to begin with? The answer is farther and deeper in his past, hidden in a place even his psychiatrist can’t go. And with the murder of Janine it begins to haunt him, to remind him of the time his brother was killed. To remind him of the role he played in that. To remind him that he hit the deck then, too. With the arrival of a package from beyond the grave, Brent starts to lose his cool. It’s signed with Janine’s love. The return address is a question, a word – why? Why can’t he protect the people he loves? Why can’t he stay in control of his life? Why can’t he catch a single break? And why, as he’s burning the gloves Janine was wearing, Emily’s gloves, delivered in a package and filled with sand, why do Detectives Ritchie and Krowlen pick that moment to knock on his door? He hides the burning gloves and confronts them, tries desperately to get rid of them. No luck. They smell the fire. They go to check it. And as Krowlen looks in the back, Ritchie pushes to make Brent confess. But all he does is push Brent toward an edge that’s lingering not too far in the distance. And then when Krowlen reports finding nothing, the gloves have disappeared, it just serves to hurt Brent more. Because confusion doesn’t help one remain sane. He turns to Jack, his one true friend. They get high. They relax. And Brent lets go of a little too much, just enough to make Jack worried. Worried that Brent did kill Janine. And while Jack is trying to figure out what to do, Brent disappears and goes home, feeling better and a little more safe. What he finds when he gets there destroys him all over again. And forces him to flee reality, to return to the beach where a hooker got killed and the life he was building got torn back down. Forces him to the edge he’s so been trying to avoid. And then Brent Fischer has to make a decision. To stop and stand up to his demons once and for all or let them finally chase him off a cliff.