A locked room.
An obvious suspect.
Absolutely nothing adds up.
It’s Verona Montero’s favorite kind of sh*tshow.
Harry Kim died in a locked apartment. No signs of forced entry, windows too small to fit a well-fed Chihuahua. Clean scene. The cops call it an accident. But Verona’s best friend Runi isn’t buying it - and once Verona starts snooping around, neither is she.
Choir boys like Harry always have the dirtiest secrets. And when the tune of his squeaky-clean life turns out to be less Hallelujah and more Highway to Hell, this “accident” starts looking a lot like murder.
Plus, Harry’s stalker ex-girlfriend Ashlyn had been leaving dead animals on doorsteps and threatening anyone Harry dated. Verona wouldn’t be surprised to find a “Honk If You Love Sociopaths” sticker on her serial-killer-looking van.
The impossible murder? Solvable. Hot divorce lawyer Quentin shadowing her stakeouts instead of going home to his girlfriend? Deliciously problematic.
Still, Verona’s got a killer to catch. Too bad for this killer - she’s the kind of private dick who doesn’t take “accidental” for an answer.
Perfect for fans of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum and Elle Cosimano’s Finlay Donovan - sharp mystery, sexual tension, and a foul-mouthed PI who won’t back down.