"On September 28th, 1952, my life ended in a fireball that consumed one half of the San Marino Church on Fitzhugh Road in Dallas. Yet here I am, over sixty years later, still trying to save the world. Go figure." Joseph Craig Joseph "Tre" Craig is a struggling private detective low on morals and high on alcohol content. So when a woman calls claiming her husband, has been murdered, he takes the case on, even though no one else has any recollection that he ever existed. The money is good so what the heck. Right? At first, he thinks his client is delusional, but slowly, as evidence accumulates, he realizes she is telling the truth. People are disappearing without a trace. The investigation leads Craig down dark and unnerving paths frequently crossed by desperate, unwanted and ominous people. David, a deeply troubled teen, deviant accountant Kevin Weyland and Father Esposito, a man of questionable faith. No one is quite what they seem. Craig soon discovers supernatural forces at work, plotting the end of mankind. They call themselves angels, but then again, Lucifer was once an angel too. Now, more than sixty years after that disturbing case, the fate of the world hangs in the balance and Joseph Craig's memory of those faithful events can tip the scales. One way, or the other.