Backstabbing—of the literal and figurative varieties—in Tinseltown.
Jane Wheel, who finds antiques and corpses in equal measure (Buried Stuff, 2004, etc.), arrives in L.A. to meet with the powers-that-be at the small production company Bix Pix Flix, who think her snooping for treasure and criminals might be filmable. Her best pal Timmy tags along, providing bitchy asides as she tries to avoid her college beau Jeb, now the mover and shaker behind the B Room, a group of writers mostly on the skids since they worked together on a smash sitcom years ago. Jane quickly finds both a treasure and a corpse at the Pasadena flea market, where a snazzy letter-opener has filleted Patrick Dryer, a writer who insisted his work had been stolen. After Jane finds yet another corpse, this one poolside at Jeb’s lavish house, she’s in a quandary over what to do when her mentor Detective Oh arrives from Chicago to see a dying relative. While Timmy considers moving to La-La-Land and Oh practices his inscrutable look, Jane handles old paperweights, reads old scripts and ultimately fingers the least likely suspect with the most specious motive.
Some amusing takes on Hollywood personalities and excesses, but the plot falls apart almost before it begins.