When Sofie Metropolis decided to stop being a waitress and start being a private detective, she had no idea what she was getting into. With only a few cases under her belt, Sofie has inherited a dead woman’s mean-spirited Jack Russell; fallen hard for a mysterious, charming Australian bounty hunter; and gained a rep for an itchy trigger finger. She even shot one of her clients!
Sofie’s mom suspects Sofie’s dad is having an affair, and Sofie’s seen enough cheating spouses to know that her father is keeping secrets. And though Jake Porter is more available than ever, Sofie finds herself torn between the Australian she barely knows and a handsome, available Greek who knows that the fastest way to Sofie’s heart is through a bakery.
Searching for a missing dry cleaner who left behind a brand-new Mercedes and a not-so-brand-new wife, Sofie is attacked by . . . a plastic-swathed suit? Or was it one of Tony DiPiazza’s goons? Tony being the junior-league Mobster who has his own reasons to want to get his finely-manicured hands on the dry cleaner’s account books.
If Sofie’s not careful, her favorite kicks are going to be replaced by a pair of cement overshoes . . . .
