I lead a safe and snug life in a small desert town, but I have a secret-I have psychic powers that scare me. They've gone wonky before, so now I only use them for the most important purpose-listening to my dogs ask for more treats. But on an awful Monday morning, I stumble right into a vision of my friend's final moments before she's murdered. My powers might be able to help find the killer, but I'm terrified. I can't tell people I'm psychic, what if they think I'm a psycho? Plus it's not like I have a crystal ball or a third eye to show me visions. Just as I'm feeling completely befuddled, my long-lost Aunt Irene shows up to tell me we come from a long line of psychic talent. And she has experience tracking down criminals. I discover one of the officers assigned to the murder investigation is my best friend's little brother who's decidedly hunkier than the last time I saw him. The more I investigate, the more he grows suspicious of my knowledge of the case. And my questions aren't just attracting the attention of the police force-the killer is still at large and desperate to tie up loose ends. Can I dig deep to embrace my powers before the killer puts me six feet under?