A mystery rooted in the sawmill hills of 1980s Idaho, where secrets have long memories and grace still has the final word.
“Here’s Emmylou. Here’s Merle. Here’s Waylon.”
Bobbie’s spun those names off her tongue every shift at KXBR for years — the DJ work she loves, right alongside the singing she loves more.
Big Pine runs on timber. The mill whistle marks the shift change the way church bells mark Sunday, and sawdust settles over Main Street like snow that never quite melts.
Her father, Harlan Moss, wore the sheriff’s badge for Boise County, Idaho — and Big Pine, the county seat — for twenty years. Bobbie thought she knew every story he carried.
She was wrong.
He left her his secrets, and a 1960 Cadillac Eldorado — white, red leather seats — that’s turning out to be far more complicated than a car should be.
Between shifts at the station and sitting across from the town’s new sheriff, Wes Bridger, asking questions that sound too close to the ones she’s been avoiding, Bobbie’s learning that grief and secrets don’t always arrive separately.