by Robert Downs
I go by Casey, with a last name of Holden. I'm a Private Investigator, who used to be a Virginia Beach cop, back before I knew any better. The PI business was a natural transition when I exited the force three years ago. It allows me the opportunity to fly solo, except for occasional assistance from my best friend, Detective Ian Jackard. When my wealthy parents died, my trust fund kicked into high gear, providing me the opportunity to pick my clients based on cup size - or take extended vacations.
I screen my clients the way I screen my women, based on whichever drop-dead gorgeous woman happens to waltz through the door first and manages to hold my attention. So when Felicity Farren, widow-at-large, struts into my office asking me to solve the two-year-old murder of her husband, Artis, she intrigues me.
When I start digging, I learn the murder isn't what is seems to be and I don't have a big enough shovel to unearth the truth. And to top it all off, my former rival at the police department, Greg Gilman, is determined to disrupt my investigation.
With the help of Ian, and a mystery bartender I've named Dragon Lady, I discover that I'm being framed and that Felicity isn't the justice-seeking widow she claims to be. My challenge is to learn what really happened to Artis, and why Gilman can't seem to remove his head from his butt. And I'll need all of my wits to complete the task.