For process server-turned-private investigator, Jane
Kelly, weddings are murder. Usually that's a metaphor, but
for newly minted P.I. Jane Kelly, it's fast becoming an
all-too-accurate nightmare. Roland Hatchmere, plastic
surgery magnate, has been found murdered just before his
daughter's society wedding. The weapon is a wedding gift:
a heavy, silver serving tray. The prime suspect is
Roland's ex-wife #2: Violet "Ultraviolet" Purcell, she of
the eccentric-bordering-on-insane Purcell clan.
Violet insists that she's completely innocent. After all,
Roland was her absolute favorite ex-husband. And she was
nowhere NEAR him at the time of the murder. Well, okay,
technically she did meet him for a little pre-nup, bedroom
tË†te-â€¦-tË†te just before. And they did have a huge fight.
And she did hit him with the tray. But just once. Honest.
So could Jane just hurry up and prove her innocence? Sure.
That should be easy. Let's just file this one under "12
Kinds of Crazy." But when Jane's boss, the temporarily
sidelined Dwayne, is convinced Violet's telling the truth,
well, there's nothing for Jane to do but take her lovable,
misfit pug, Binky, and sniff out a few clues.
Everywhere Jane and The Binkster look, there's a suspect
odder than the last, including two grown, very troubled
kids, an ex-wife strung out on Botox and a current wife
who's a cross between Donna Reed and a sex kitten-all of
them eager to blame Roland's death on Violet. It doesn't
help that Violet's story keeps changing faster than a
celebrity's hair extensions. To make matters worse,
Dwayne's convalescence is turning him into Jimmy Stewart
in "Rear Window," complete with binoculars, and he's
convinced there is something very badgoing down in the
private houses across Lakewood Bay, something that needs
Jane and Binky's close attention. Faster than she can
say, "I took criminology courses for this?", Jane is up to
her eyeballs in lies, secrets, Extreme Botox, New Wave
bands, truck-stop coffee kiosks (don't ask), very good
scones, Junior League, wedding bandits, high school
sociopaths, Plastic Pet Cemetery (don't ask, part II), a
budding attraction to her boss, the Millionaire's Club,
and someone who would kill to keep the past buried.
The deeper Jane digs, the less she wants to know. Every
truth leads her deeper into danger, and soon, Jane wonders
if her first official case might also be her last.and if
the client she's been asked to clear just might be the
coldest black widow of all.