New Orleans, 1971: Nick "Iceman" Eismann is a reporter for his high school newspaper, looking forward to graduation. But his world is turned upside down when his two best friends are brutally murdered. When the police won't tell him what happened, he begins his own investigation, determined to find the truth. His quest brings him face-to-face with a terrifying legend from the city's past ... and a loose cannon cop who will stop at nothing to keep him from exposing the cover-up.
He was a tall and lanky kid, the kind you just want to sit down and force-feed. He had a healthy shock of wavy coal black hair, a trait that he inherited from his father, and ice-cold grey eyes he had inherited from his grandfather on his mother’s side. They were the first thing anybody ever noticed about him, and seemed to reinforce the “Iceman” nickname. They were a light, steel gray. In just the right light, they almost looked silver. They were deep-set in recessed sockets beneath a jutting brow, and seemed to peer out you from the shadows. They were not easy to look into, and Nick had learned long ago that he intimidate with just a stare. And he was not afraid to do it.