Billy Bly is blonde, pretty, smart, and tough, not necessarily in that order. When being blond and smart doesn’t work, the tough part comes in handy.
She is probably the first female cop booted from the Portland Police Bureau for police brutality. She was off duty when she banged a would-be purse thief’s head in a revolving door—six times.
“Well he was trying to steal my purse,” she told her superiors. “Do you know how much all that makeup costs? He’s lucky I didn’t shoot him. In a way I feel like I let him off with a warning.”
The victim sues her and the city and she decides to become a P.I. rather than fight for her job.
But her new job isn’t any easier than being a cop. She is sued by the con she shellacked with the door, a missing husband refuses to be found, and suddenly someone wants her dead.
The list of Billie’s enemies is extensive and as she begins to line up the suspects, she has second thoughts about the path she has chosen.
Before she can evaluate her life and as she thinks about hanging up her gun and maybe becoming a housewife, people around her starting dying as a killer zeros in on her.
How can she quit now with a hit contract out on her? Whoever wants her dead isn’t about to stop at killing a few innocent people to get to her, and it soon becomes personal, with Billie vowing to avenge the murders.
She must match wits with a manipulative oversexed villain and untangle a complicated web of city government fraud and a murder-for-hire plot that is somehow related to one of her cases.
But first she must survive a sniper’s bullet, a fall from a second story City Hall window, a car bomb, and passes from women who, for some reason, are under the mistaken impression she is gay. Things don’t get easier when she is wounded twice and must fight through her own pain each step of the way.
The only way she can bring her killer into the open is for her to die, and she is willing to do just that if it will end her suffering.