Jake Dumbrowski was a drug-dealing snitch with a penchant for strippers. He was a lousy lay too, if you believe his three ex-wives, all dancers at Doug’s Doll House. Now he's dead, and Ginny Fields, County Coroner, doesn’t think it was an accident.
Within hours Ginny is on the case and sparring with her ex-boyfriend, Sheriff Max Galyan. According to him the most likely culprits are locals who became entangled in Jake’s illegal dealings. She contends he’s wrong; he has to be – her two best friends are suspects.
Ginny spends her nights chasing down clues and days as the funeral director of Field’s Family Mortuary in the small community of Dogjaw, Indiana. The town is home to hardy pioneer stock, hillbillies, hippies, artists, and marijuana farmers, but not murderers, or so she thinks.
It’s up to Ginny and her socialite best friend, Liz, to solve the crime in order to exonerate their friends and family. Misadventure lurks around every turn as the two women careen the back roads of Indiana in a 1955 turquoise hearse in search of a desperate killer and an elusive drug kingpin.
Dogjaw, Indiana has socialites?
This is a hook alrighty but it's a dull one: you've got every single mystery cliche here including the turquoise hearse.