The police firmly believe that Julia Ransom was guilty of the brutal murder of her husband, renowned psychic August Ransom. However, after six months of investigation and media frenzy, they don't have enough evidence, and she is at last free of their scrutiny, both the police and the lurking paparazzi. One afternoon she walks from her Pacific Heights home to Fisherman's Wharf, quite alone, unwatched, and, she realizes, happy.