Stung by a local columnist's accusations that they've been pocketing fundraising money, the leadership of San Francisco's Pride Lesbian and Gay Democratic Club hires PI Maggie Garrett to clear the air. But Maggie soon finds the air is anything but. Incoming Pride treasurer Miranda Post is only the latest in a long line of treasurers with official lives as short as those of Bill Clinton's Attorney General nominees--four different treasurers who've had little contact with each other and no consistent way of keeping Pride's books. Two of Miranda's predecessors, Marc Romano and Joe Leslie, were brought in by former Pride president Geoffrey Lawrence, who's now left Pride (and pride) behind to become the mayor's token gay; the new Pride leadership would obviously be more than pleased to put the blame on Geoffrey and his cronies. But somebody who doesn't want the blame put anywhere at all tries to get Maggie off the case (the usual anonymous notes and bribes and attacks on her pets), and finally Miranda is beaten to death in an attack the know-nothing mayor's office prefers to dismiss as just another case of gay- bashing. Can Maggie cut loose from her own romantic entanglements (cool lawyer Kristin on the way out, incoming rough-sex addict Jolie Krawczyk--former lover of a former Pride treasurer, natch) long enough to follow the money and nab the killer? Like New York's lesbian PI Lauren Laurano, newcomer Maggie is disarmingly open and intuitive--as she needs to be to pluck the culprit from the vast pool of mostly gay but otherwise unmemorable suspects.