Miranda Haag must solve the her most confusing case yet… her own! From beyond the grave, she’ll leave clues to help solve her own murder. When Miranda is found dead in her motel room all signs point to a murder suicide. The only problem? There’s only one victim. Vexed, the locals call in Philip A. Butt for the assist. Philip’s the kind of no nonsense dick who can untangle a sticky vulva.
Philip’s style is 180° different than Mirandas. Where she would use finesse and seduction, Philip is more comfortable being brash and musky. Interrogating witnesses with his cock out to arouse and intimidate them, Philip tries to answer the tough questions like how soon is too soon to throw a gangbang after a funeral? Just as the case hits a wall, Philip receivers a package containing clues: a hairbrush, Land O’ lakes butter, a guitar pick, a BiC lighter and other confounding items. The postmark is from 10 days in the future and in Miranda’s handwriting. Was Miranda a genius playing 4D chess, or at 32 was she just a a high-quality detective in a low-value body?
Just as Philip is about to announce the killer to the assembled suspect orgy, the medical examiner arrives with shocking news…Miranda Haag’s killer was a genetic heart defect that she neglected as she pursued wonton carnality. With another case wrapped up, Philip turns the closest participant and gets to a celebratory plowing.
Part Paycheck, part Trail of the Pink Panther all passing of the torch to a new, younger, hotter group of sexual mavens.