They called him the worst detective in the department. Three years ago, Jaxon Reid fucked up a case and got his partner killed. Now he's stuck in the cold case basement, drinking on the job, showing up late, and everyone writes him off as a washed-up loser. His ex-wife took his daughter, he's drowning in debt, and his life can't get any worse. Then he touches a dead body. 【DING! Death Playback System bound!】 【You can now watch the last 12 hours of any dead person's life. Don't fuck this up.】 Every murder victim? He sees their last moments. Every clue? The system highlights it for him. Every killer? He watches them commit the crime, start to finish. The serial killer the whole city can't catch? Jaxon knows his face, his address, his license plate number. The corrupt cops covering it up? He watches them plant the evidence. The partner who supposedly died saving him? He watches what really happened that night. And the system? It's a sarcastic asshole with a weird sense of humor and zero patience for Jaxon's bullshit. Everyone thinks he's still a loser. They're about to be very, very wrong.