A hormonally supercharged private eye seeks a lost mom while lusting after the man of her dreams.
Lola Cruz is thrilled. Her boss Manny, owner of Camacho and Associates, is finally letting her solve a case. Emily Diggs’s brother wants to know where she is and why she’s disappeared, abandoning her six-year-old. Tucked into the missing woman’s journal is a business card from Jack Callaghan, whom Lola’s panted over for years. In between entertaining overheated fantasies of Jack, Lola learns that Emily thought her older son Garrett died from tainted tattooing, that her daughter Allison worked at the tattoo parlor he frequented and that little Sean was the result of a failed interracial romance. Lola’s car is bashed. She’s locked in a florist’s refrigerator. Her brother, mistaken for her, winds up in the hospital. But still those fantasies about Jack persist, although fulfillment has to be deferred while Lola sidesteps a sarcastic co-worker, plans a birthday celebration for her niece, learns that two more victims have died and attacks a killer with a borrowed baseball bat while Jack is getting shot up.
A series debut with too much icky love stuff and too little mystery. In Lola’s favor, however, is a speed-dating pace and lots of nice underwear.