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Veteran Sheriff's deputy Will Donnelly gets nailed for stealing $300,000 of drug money and donating it to a charity in memory of his late wife Debra Ann, his punishment is exile—a one-way transfer to the desert wastelands surrounding Joshua Tree station. Will, under the command of a crooked captain sets his sights on a suspected child abductor who escaped prosecution a couple years earlier.
Suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder over his wife's death, Will discovers that the desert can play devilish tricks on the mind. A woman in a diaphanous red dress and black spike heels, who only he can see, follows him around whispering in his ear. She calls herself Toots and bears a striking resemblance to Debra Ann. She's pushy, opinionated, always gets her way and has a knack for seeing things Will misses.
Through the heat generated mirages of the Mojave Desert nothing is, as it seems, no one—not even Will himself—can be trusted to do the right thing.
Suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder over his wife's death, Will discovers that the desert can play devilish tricks on the mind. A woman in a diaphanous red dress and black spike heels, who only he can see, follows him around whispering in his ear. She calls herself Toots and bears a striking resemblance to Debra Ann. She's pushy, opinionated, always gets her way and has a knack for seeing things Will misses.
Through the heat generated mirages of the Mojave Desert nothing is, as it seems, no one—not even Will himself—can be trusted to do the right thing.
