The old burial grounds are lively again ... with graverobbers, gunrunners, and a coven of skyclad Wiccans.

Bliss needs to rethink her "anything for a buck" approach to life. Lockport's mayor from hell has her scouting the back roads on her motorcycle, searching for abandoned cemeteries. Her mission: locate, evaluate, and report. Easy money. First day out, she falls into a grave and lands on a pile of bones. Shock turns to outrage when she realizes the skull is missing.

She expects her boyfriend, Police Chief Neil Redfern, to throw everything he has at the crime, but Neil is in the middle of a serious investigation and can't spare the resources. In his job, missing firearms trumps the desecration of a century-old burial. Bliss won't accept this decision, and their relationship founders when she senses he's also keeping personal secrets from her.

Despite Neil's insistence she leave police work to him, Bliss continues her quest to find the graverobber. She discovers more headless skeletons in the far reaches of the township and stumbles across a dying man poisoned by Jimsonweed.

Not until she narrowly escapes death by the same toxin, does Neil concede there may be a link between the gun thefts and the violated graves. On Midsummer's Eve, Bliss faces their adversary alone. Will Neil find her in time? Or, will she join the ranks of the long-dead she has so fiercely championed?