When David Zetrakis, a prominent television producer, is found dead in his home with a gun shot wound to the head, there's bound to be a feeding frenzy in the media. But since David is an old boyfriend, Wollie finds the ripples are a little too close to home. To make matters worse, Wollie's friend Joey also dated the producer—an often explosive relationship that the paparazzi remembers all too well. The fact that David had once fired Joey from the popular soap At the End of the Day, and the discovery that upon his death she inherited a two-million dollar Klimt painting makes Joey the prime suspect in the eyes of the LAPD. Despite her friend's recently erratic behavior, Wollie knows she didn't kill David. So in her trademark gumshoeing style, Wollie sets out to figure out who else had means and motive, which leads her to a host of oddball characters, any of whom could have pulled the trigger. Wollie ends up navigating a second murder, a cop and a lover, both frustratingly dedicated to their work, and a very unhappy killer who's focused on keeping the truth out of the tabloids.