An LAPD cop is standing over his bed; he hands Drew a photo showing the blood-spattered body of a woman. The woman is Drew's ex-fiancée, and he is being accused of her murder. Although he can remember nothing, and the evidence points firmly in his direction, Drew is convinced he is not to blame. There are some sick, twisted people in LA, and if Drew is to clear his name, he needs to find out which one of them framed him for the murder. But all the time, the real killer is one step ahead - constantly watching him, toying with him, waiting for the moment to strike.