Los Angeles, summer, the thermometer creeps up to 40 degrees during the day. And at night it doesn’t drop much below thirty. This is especially hard to feel in a tiny apartment without a balcony, not equipped with air conditioning, on a stuffy, windless night. It is on such a night that Shane sits in despair and frustration in front of the computer and tries in vain to come up with the plot of his next story. The deadline is approaching, but the ideas are not coming along - the story is intended for the anthology of detectives and thrillers "Invitation to Murder", united by a common motive: each of the works should feature a 22-year-old woman found dead in her apartment. Running through possible scenarios and story ideas in his head, Shane hopes to knock out at least some kind of draft that night. But the hellish heat puts terrible pressure on the brain. And then this new neighbor behind the wall turned up the music at full volume - damn bitch, let her die...