Wild pixies in churches and bargaining with my soul probably weren't what my parents pictured when I told them about my new job. And that was just day one! Here I am at Goddesses, Inc.—a perfectly normal PI agency. Except it's run by literal goddesses. That’s right, I'm a (reborn) goddess. Pretty sure, anyway. Maybe? And these wild cases are my responsibility. Unfortunately, there's something causing those fae pest control issues and the overflow just got deadly. Something is drowning swimmers days after they've left Oak Creek. Can Goddesses, Inc. get to the bottom of the mysteries before more people, or even a probable goddess, die?