In the shadows of America’s rusted heartlands, where old jukeboxes hum forgotten Prince ballads and gravel roads bury secrets six feet deep, a ghost walks again.

Known as Christopher Tracy to some, Alabaster Finch to others, he was a legend in the underground, the kind of thief who never left fingerprints, only regrets. Now, after years behind bars, he’s out with nothing but a banjo string, a rusted key, and a promise he never meant to keep.

The score? A mythical black diamond called the Eagle, long thought lost in a botched heist soaked in betrayal and blood. The players? A web of crooked cops, dying ganglords, estranged family, and a new generation who never knew how dangerous the past could be. With the ghosts of old partners and enemies closing in, Finch must cross a decaying America to find the truth, and maybe redemption, before the sins he buried come roaring back from the riverbend.

From the smuggler alleys of Philly to the mist-wrapped woods of Willow Creek, Alabaster Finch is a noir elegy for lost fathers, fractured sons, and the fire that still burns in men trying to outplay their own legend. With every turn of the wrench, every whispered lie, and every mournful twang of his banjo, Finch learns that freedom isn’t won by running, it’s carved out of guilt, grit, and grace.

This is a story of blood and strings, of black diamonds and broken promises. A thriller soaked in synth, soul, and silence. For fans of Heat, Out of Sight, and No Country for Old Men, Alabaster Finch is a gritty, soulful crime saga that asks: can a man ever outrun the myth he made?