A man is found at the waterline. Kneeling. Facing the sea. Shoes off, palms up. Not fallen. Not washed up. Placed.
Eden Walsh comes to Porthcaron with a notebook, a red Labrador, and a career in ruins. Once a podcaster people trusted, she trusted the wrong source and lost everything. Now she's chasing a fifty-year silence — a land sale nobody will discuss, a girl who drowned in 1976 two days after she started asking questions, and a current that pulls the wrong way beneath the headland.
The barman knows more than he says. The woman who runs the surf school knew Eden was coming before she arrived. And somewhere in a town that learned the difference between quiet and quieted, someone has been waiting a long time for the right person to walk in.
She thinks she's investigating a town.
The town is investigating her.
