Isn't the killer almost always someone the deceased trusted, someone that they knew? Thomas Anders, a philanthropic and kind businessman seemed to have done a whole lot of good in life and probably, by way of his massive fortune left behind, would continue to do so in death. Lieutenant Eve Dallas of the NYPSD, 2060, is suspicious by nature and by occupation; a very extravagant and lurid murder scene has been presented to her, and when she sees a widow trying very hard not to appear all too merry after the death of her supposedly beloved spouse – the doubts and disbeliefs pile up. What is staged, the reactions of those who remain or is it more that there was really very little to be said? What is missing?
With all possible suspects alibi’d up to the gills, Eve needs to pool all her resources to dig down deep into what she's soon convinced is a carefully constructed parcel of lies. With her bewitching (and annoyingly efficient) billionaire husband Roarke riding shotgun once again, the smart and snarly Eve Dallas rides full-pelt through the social niceties of the rich and famous to bag herself a ruthless killer.