Inspector Alec Stainton (A Cool Killing) is on vacation in a pokey seaside town, pining for estranged girlfriend Jayne (a prim policewoman), when a local beauty queen--very young Tracy Ashford--turns up naked and drowned near the bathing beach. So Stainton is pressed into service (the local police force is minimal) and begins looking into Tracy's short, busy, sleazy/glamorous life. Was Tracy killed by one of the various men who enjoyed--or wanted to enjoy--her favors? Among them: the young doctor she dumped; a brotherly amusement-arcade proprietor; and Councilor Richardson, the stuffy/lecherous local official who arranged for Tracy to be stripped of her beauty-pageant title (supposedly because of her nudie modeling work). Or is Tracy's murder connected to her trips up to London for glitzy parties with shady foreign bigwigs? Stainton doggedly follows each lead, while flirting halfheartedly with several available women along the way. Despite a very non-surprising, routine windup: solid, atmospheric work in the modern-British-procedural manner, faintly somber but lightly ironic too.