Strait-laced Franco is left feeling dazed on his rooftop after a random hookup, and also the sole witness to a murder.

Strait-laced forty-something Franco definitely picked the wrong night to get freaky. A hook-up with a hot guy on his Manhattan rooftop, and a joint he's unaware is laced, leaves him dazed. And-if memory serves him-the sole witness to a murder across the street. Except, the cops can't find a crime scene or a body, and Franco's perforated recollections and conflicting testimony leave the detectives unimpressed. When days later the mutilated body of a philanthropic millionaire is discovered, he's not only shocked to learn he knew him, but with Franco's fingerprints all over the crime scene, he quickly graduates from unreliable witness to prime suspect. And the random trick who could alibi him has vanished into the anonymity of the Internet. Unsettled, and confronted with forty-year-old memories, when Franco's father was murdered in front of him during Manhattan's infamous blackout, a shocking revelation finally¿unmasks the man who pulled the trigger that night. And painting Franco the perfect suspect. With a target on his back and time running out, the truth will set Franco free, or earn him a toe tag at the morgue.