'Did you close my eyes? I often wonder what happened. If it was you who found me and I was still beautiful?... Or do you never think of me at all? Am I just the past to you? And if you are thinking, "She can't come back," don't bet on it. You will find out one of these days.'

Did you ever see a big star cry? McMahon did when he read a letter containing the sinister but tender outpourings of an obsessive fan. Leah. The same name as someone who died a long time ago.

The letters keep coming: could they really have come from a dead person? She knows things that only the original Leah could have known. McMahon doesn't want to remember and others seem to have reasons for wanting to forget she ever existed... or at least to keep the facts of her death hidden in the past.

So, tough city cop Youselli finds himself hired by the decadent, aging rock star and decides he'd be happy to have anyone that crazy for him. But, despatched to track down the mystery of Leah, Youselli is drawn into a surreal world of crazy love and dangerous obsession.

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