Sammy Jo Spade didn't become a detective-because with a name like that, who would take her seriously?

She settled for being a damn good 911 operator, vintage fashion connoisseur, and low-key chaos magnet. But life gets weird the day she finds a dead man in the back of her car.

The corpse? Antoine Dufour, disgraced banker, accused wife-murderer... and possible mob money man. He also happened to stash a certain thumb drive full of secrets in the pocket of Sammy Jo's thrifted Chanel jacket.

Now she's got mobsters following her, the police questioning her, and one frustratingly hot detective who thinks she's either involved-or in way over her head.

Detective Reid Cadmel doesn't know what to make of Sammy Jo. She's too cute, too clever, and just quirky enough to be dangerous... or maybe she's exactly the kind of woman he shouldn't fall for. Too bad he's already halfway there.

One dead body. One piece of critical evidence. And one very reluctant amateur sleuth about to give the mob-and the detective watching her-some hell in vintage Chanel.