If a billionaire falls out of the sky and dies...who gives a damn?! A wealthy man plummets from the sky and is gruesomely skewered on a church spire. Bizarrely, angel wings are attached to his back. More such deaths follow until, hallelujah, it's raining businessmen. Detective Aisha Bukhari is stumped by this strange phenomenon, until she's visited by her childhood friend, occult investigator John Constantine, who discovers a link between the falling elite and a shocking moment in his and Aisha's misspent youth. How are these killings tied to the first death on John's hands? How does this involve heaven and hell? Even if this is kind of John's fault, will Constantine be happy t let a few more rich bastards fall from the sky, like a vindictive Robin Hood?
