We call it a transfer Its important to use the terms, to distance yourself. Its a dead guy in the back of a van, really, but the words can be something else. Dead bodies, rum-runners, murdered mothers. Small-town Alberta is home to Ian, a transfer agent who removes dead bodies all day and who has forgotten how to talk to the living; Becky, a failed academic looking to invent a violent history to escape her mundane present; and Athene, a young woman who witnessed her mothers murder and now seeks answers from the man who took her mothers body away. In this novel the dead have stories left to tell. But who gets to do the telling?