Amateur sleuth, interior designer Deva Dunne knows the devil's in the details, but not that this devil has designs on her
Interior designer Deva Dunne's latest project comes to a screeching halt when blood on the carpet leads her to the body of her client, an exotic dancer with a mysterious past. But the murdered woman is not the only resident of the posh beachfront condominium with secrets, and investigating officer Lieutenant Vicotr Rossi considers them all suspects.
Though wary of working in the killer's midst, Deva continues decorating the unit for the new owner. When she stumbles upon clues that might help crack the case, she can't resist doing a little digging of her own, despite Rossi's orders to quit meddling. Now she's juggling the investigation, her career, and sexy neighbor Suimon Yaeger who seems interested in more than her etchings.
Deva can't help but be flattered by all the male attention--that is, until she realizes the killer has designs on her, too.
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I opened my condo door to a runway model in stiletto heels and a short little scrap of a dress that fit her like the peel on a banana.
"Hi, the name's Treasure," she said, holding out a hand to me, her fire-red nails tipped down. "Are you Deva Dunne?"
"Yes, I am." I eyed her skirt. I like mine short, too, but this one barely covered the essentials. Barely being the operative word. "What can i do for you?"
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