One corpse is excusable, but two will definitely get you on the wrong side of the law. So when reformed soccer mom Samantha Shaw finds her protégé Faye Miller strangled in room 120 of the Night Haven Motel, dishy Detective Logan Vance tells her that even though she managed to solve her late husband Trent’s murder and to trace the source of the drug money some thugs thought he might have stashed somewhere (Dating Can Be Murder, 2002), this time she absolutely, positively has to leave the investigation to the authorities. But Vance’s firm jaw and chiseled chest are wasted on Sam, who has ultrasexy p.i. Gabe Pulizzi sneaking up on her in the shower. Besides, Faye’s computer-nerd husband Adam practically begs Sam to prove him innocent of the murder by next Saturday so that he can attend Faye’s funeral without getting busted. It’s clear that she’s going to ignore Vance, if only to disprove the local newspaper’s suggestion that Faye met her killer through Heart Mates, Sam’s dating service. Using a homeless kitten as a pretext, Sam confronts Jim Ponn, the printer who was Faye’s first Heart Mates matchup, and coffee shop owner Dominic Danger, her second and last date. But when a mysterious SUV tries to muscle her T-Bird off the road, Sam realizes that she may be facing a killer even her leather halter-top can’t distract.
Helter-skelter plotting and frequent random rehashing of old business get in the way of what might have been a pretty decent mystery.