Her father was killed. Her best friend was next. And the culprit is closer than she thinks.
Sully’s brother undermines her at every turn.
The new man in her life has secrets of his own.
And even dead, her dad complicates everything.
A year after her father was killed in an unsolved hit-and-run, Sully Marsham is barely holding onto the bar she inherited. Buried under a mountain of debt, a staff of disgruntled employees, and her brother, who'd rather fight her than help her, Sully refuses to lose the last link to her dad's legacy. But grief has taken its toll, and she's been finding refuge at the bottom of a bottle.
When Sully’s best friend and assistant manager, Janelle, is hit in the same parking lot as Sully’s dad, landing her in a coma, Sully enters an emotional tailspin, working harder and drinking more. Worse? She can’t remember the night Janelle was hit. With blood on the front bumper of her car and a shaky alibi, vodka is the only thing that helps her ignore the whispers of her employees and the accusations of Janelle’s family.
But when flashes of that terrible night start coming back to her, Sully becomes obsessed with figuring out who hit Janelle, because it couldn't possibly have been her, right? And when threatening pages ripped from her father's journal start appearing in her mailbox, Sully loses herself in solving the problem because if she didn't hit Janelle, then she could be next.
