The exotically named Ai-ling Cooper-Svan, publisher and editor in chief of Glitz, that glossy bible of the hoi polloi, is one of the most powerful women in Los Angeles, but her husband, Swedish filmmaker Gunnar Svan, still treats her like a coolie, wenching behind her back, wasting her inheritance on profitless showcases for his latest conquests, and slipping kickbacks from his films' contractors into his private account. It's only a matter of time before Ai-ling gets the goods on him, and then resolves to get him out of her life by means of the classic blunt instrument. As for the legal consequences, ""The day we can't outsmart some dumb LAPD bureaucrat. . . ,"" she snorts to her psychiatrist, Dr. Lincoln Hilliard, also a lover and sometime conspirator. But when the bureaucrat is Lt. Columbo, whose boss is still trying to make him qualify on the firing range with his Beretta, you know the beauteous Ai-ling hasn't got a chance. And Harrington (Columbo: The Game-Show Killer, 1996, etc.) knows you know, so he pads the story out with an agreeable, but essentially pointless, subplot about a prostitution ring to give you something to look at while Columbo's trying to retrieve his handcuffs from the deepest pockets this side of Captain Kangaroo. Fans of Harrington's series (five to date) will be diverted when Columbo spots the crucial piece of evidence in his opening scene and then spends the rest of the story pretending he hasn't.