Neon Over Sunset Pier

Los Angeles, February 1985. The neon over Sunset Pier hums through the night—pink and electric blue, cutting through the salt air and arcade noise. Beneath the ferris wheel, in the shadow of that light, FBI agent Jessica Hoffman lies dead. Fifty-six years old. A badge. One gunshot. Six people had means, motive, or opportunity. The case file sits thick with contradictions: testimony that doesn't align, timelines that slip, and a crime scene that raises more questions than it answers. Somewhere in the maze of boardwalk storefronts, bail-bond offices, and arcade back rooms, the truth waits. The pier's neon still buzzes. The city moves on. But the file remains open, and the evidence still speaks—if you know how to listen.