Don’t mess with the hothead-or he might just mess with you. Slater Ibáñez is only interested in two kinds of guys: the ones he wants to punch, and the ones he sleeps with. Things get interesting when they start to overlap. A freelance investigator, Slater trolls the dark side of Los Angeles, rooting out insurance fraud, not afraid to use whatever means necessary to get things done, and not about to hold back with his fists. A queer antihero for a new age, Slater walks the line between ordinary life and the frayed fringes of society, keeping his balance with the back-channel support he gets from his idiot cop ex-boyfriend, Conrad, and regular squeeze Andy.

Trying to sort out the cause of shipping delays at a mine in a remote part of Nevada, Slater grills the driver Bender and the armed guard Vitale, responsible for trucking the shipments to the city, and ferrets out some of their secrets. Not sure whether the enigmatic Hernán is a birthright airhead or an exquisitely talented con artist, against his better judgment Slater winds up in the sack with him. Finally heading to the mining camp in a cargo plane, Slater and his operative Etta meet more of the players and see some strange things in the vast empty desert. The trip back to LA takes an unexpected turn, leaving Slater with a dilemma that threatens his very survival.