College drop out, Zac, has to spend the summer working in an ice cream kiosk, serving rude tourists. Jake, the town bad boy, is condemned to work in the sweltering shack too. Jake doesn’t deserve the rap. Sure, he deals a bit of weed, but he is cool, funny, goofy and ridiculously good looking. Maybe summer isn’t going to be such a drag. When Jake’s girlfriend, Tasmin, appears on the scene, Zac is consumed by jealousy. Tasmin is beautiful but toxic, and Jake becomes a lovesick puppy dog around her. Zac instantly hates her guts.A dead body is discovered on the beach after a drink-fuelled beach party. Zac has scratches on his arm and blood on his shirt, but he wouldn’t kill anybody. Right? Zac vows to find out who the murderer is before he becomes a suspectThe deeper Zac digs and the more weed he smokes, the blurrier the boundary between reality and fantasy becomes. Zac can’t be sure who is guilty and who isn’t, and time is running out. Zac is a lick away from uncovering the murderer, but when the heat is on, the ice cream melts, and if he isn’t careful, the truth could kill him.