The death of Sen. Clayton Cunningham III, evidently a fatal case of coitus interruptus, is too hot for just anybody to handle, so to keep the lid on, the DA's office sends for Lt. Ben Tolliver (Painted Ladies, 1992). Like many other aspects of this overripe thriller, that's a dumb choice, since Tolliver's just the man to uncover all the Cunningham family skeletons (too numerous to list here, and too predictable to bother listing) and then refuse to toe the line about burying them. Teamed with Jack Mulloy, the officer who's been heading the ongoing investigation into the shaky Cunningham financial empire, and TV newshound Shelley Drake, who insists that Cunningham was into nasty sex, Ben follows the trail of a $50 million payoff he's convinced will lead to the smoking gun. Meanwhile, former Cunningham employee Jan Demarest, beaten and left for dead, stirs uneasily in her coma as her sister Peggy waits by her bedside singing hosannas to those wonderful Cunninghams, who footed her medical bills.... Slick, crude, and empty-headed. P.S.: They're all guilty.