Very pretty, very rich Diana Winter practically begged Casey Carmichael to find her father's murderer. A softball, like no PI ever got. Her very dumb fiance Tony Hiller had been recorded, over the phone, very much killing her father. And the fiance very conveniently confessed. Carmichael had the time and he needed the fee. The client wore big pleading eyes, had a ton of money and needed all the reassurance Carmichael could manage. Throw in Janice Simmons, a stunning reporter hot on the case, if he needed more convincing. All he had to do was go through the motions, check the octave of the recorded confession, go to the nearest bank and cash in on Diana's guilt. So, Carmichael did all the above. It went great. Diana didn't hate him much. Shrink-drugged Tony didn't much care. Janice? She wasn't much sure. But still, nice job. Only, a couple stray observations... okay, call them clues... bugged him. If errant clues meant anything at all, Carmichael had completely blown it, misreading one murder and leaving a two-faced killer free to kill some more."