When a washed-up B-movie director turns up dead in a Chinatown alley, private detective Roman Blac finds himself staring down a past he thought he buried. The only clue? A photo of three women he once knew too well, one vanished, one lying, and one maybe already dead.
As Roman follows a trail of wigs, reels, and whispers through the city's sleaziest shadows, he uncovers a film no one was meant to see... and the kind of truth that doesn't roll credits, it rolls bodies.
In a city where everyone's playing a part, and even love wears a disguise, Roman's about to learn:
The dead don't stay buried, the truth doesn't wear a name tag...
and sometimes, three dames is two too many.