Standing in the parking lot of a strip club, staring at the dead breasts of a murder victim, all that Detective Russell Sampson could think about was how his cushy detective gig in upper class suburbia was about to turn into real work. In fact, prior to the stripper murder, all he really had to do was help rich housewives find their missing jewelry.
Though his sleuth skills are basically nonexistent, Sampson does manage to find a suspect—the stripper’s boyfriend. Sampson strikes a deal with the suspect’s fiancé, Marion, to help him with his investigation. Not sure if it’s his six-month dry spell talking or the fact that she is funny and gorgeous, but Sampson is immediately drawn to Marion, who could be a suspect herself.
Despite his lingering doubts about her innocence, she becomes both an invaluable resource and a major complication, as Sampson cannot tell anyone at the department about her or she will be arrested, and he will be in big trouble for breaking protocol and screwing up the investigation.
Though in over his head and thoroughly inexperienced, Sampson won’t give up until he solves the most twisted case he has ever investigated.