Theia Morgan has two problems. The first is that she can see the future, which sounds useful right up until it isn't. The second is that someone is murdering people with supernatural connections across Tucson, and the probability threads are pointing somewhere she really doesn't want to look.
Running a paranormal investigation agency with her partner Mason - a shaman whose patience is inversely proportional to his attachment to his houseboat - was never supposed to be glamorous. But when a routine murder case pulls them into a conspiracy involving ancient relics, cosmic entities, and a piece of jewelry that might literally be the end of the world, glamour stops being the concern. Survival does.
Some problems you solve. Some you negotiate with. Theia is about to find out which kind this is.