Bill Clinton is in the White House.

Dinosaurs are destroying the box office.

And Prince just changed his name to a symbol.

This is the suymmer of 1993, and Tucson is melting, right along with everyone who lives there.

But the heat isn’t the only danger in town.

When a beloved high school coach is found dead, most everyone believes it’s an accident.

Everyone except the man inexplicably hired to uncover the truth.

Uri LaFleur.

Gulf Vet. Bad boyfriend. Streaky basketball player.

And probably the worst newly minted private detective in the southwest.

But what he lacks in experience, skill, and sanity, he more than makes up for with his ability to craft a killer mixtape.

Problem is, mixtapes aren’t the only killers around.

This is slacker noir at its flannel-covered finest.

This is… Tucson ‘93.