LAUREL HAS ISSUES. She knows it. Her therapist knows it. The Buddhist monk in the back-left corner of her mind knows it. She's finally agreed to try regression therapy, but it couldn't be coming at a worse time. Her family is already gathering in the same shore town where she almost drowned fourteen years before. The occasion is her cousin's wedding. The venue, a large, reputedly haunted bed-and-breakfast. Reluctantly arriving on the scene, Laurel finds a team of ghost hunters already at work in the house, but they do not see the curious specter trying to dislodge itself from a statue found in the surf. Not understanding whether the trouble is with the house or in her head, she finds herself drawn into the orbit of an off-beat group of locals, their oddball beachcombers' guild, a spectral vampire with a warning, an unexpected assassin, and rumors about a dire prophecy that all connect back to an infamous local beachcomber named Fisher, who may or may not have gone missing. It's a labyrinth that will lead her to the question of who she is and what happened in the deep, dark waters fourteen years before.