Ginger Mitchell, unlicensed PI, has no leads on her mother’s murder. So does what any self-respecting unlicensed PI would do and steals her mother’s open case files. Maybe there’s a lead there.
Nope. No lead. But there is a Jane Doe murder that is intriguing, and it leads to a high-class brothel, The Fantasy Club. Nobody ever said criminals are good at naming things. What’s available for purchase at The Fantasy Club is seriously disturbing, and Ginger’s wants to shut it down and escort the owners to jail.
But the closer she thinks she’s getting to unraveling the mess, the bigger the mess becomes. Ginger might be in over her head. At least she can look forward to lunch with the Russian Mob? Mmm, borscht.
Ginger Mitchell, unlicensed PI, has no leads on her mother’s murder. So does what any self-respecting unlicensed PI would do and steals her mother’s open case files. Maybe there’s a lead there.
Nope. No lead. But there is a Jane Doe murder that is intriguing, and it leads to a high-class brothel, The Fantasy Club. Nobody ever said criminals are good at naming things. What’s available for purchase at The Fantasy Club is seriously disturbing, and Ginger’s wants to shut it down and escort the owners to jail.
But the closer she thinks she’s getting to unraveling the mess, the bigger the mess becomes. Ginger might be in over her head. At least she can look forward to lunch with the Russian Mob? Mmm, borscht.