A 1930s murder mystery in the July heat of Atlanta's summer. A drunk and disgraced Detective William Barronson wishes only to die and join his deceased wife and son. Disgusted that his last drunk attempt failed, he heads to work for another day of ridicule. Knowing his captain will probably put him out giving parking tickets, Barronson swings by the old Aragon Hotel. He spots a familiar old work truck parked next to the hotel. Feeling something is not right, Barronson decides to investigate. Why? Because in his eleven years with the force, this is the first time anyone has ever parked here. The hotel is owned by the richest family in Atlanta, the McCallums. In its day, the hotel was the bell of the ball until a triple murder had closed it. Some say it's haunted, some say it's cursed. Either way, he had to check it out, being a cop. Once entering the hotel, William Barronson finds himself embroiled in theft, murder, love, betrayal, treason, and lost treasure-treasure that disappeared during the Battle of Atlanta in 1864.
