The mildly dishonest chief of data processing at an L.A. megabank gets a new boss and learns how dishonest you can be if you really have imagination. Stebel (Spring Thaw, 1989, etc.), who genre hops, happily returns to thrillers. Contrary to the clichÇ of computer-whiz as techno-nerd, Jack Noble draws women like flies. Sadly for them, however, Noble's mind is usually on other things. Gambling, overambitious home-building plans, a father in a nursing home, and that pesky recession have reduced Noble and his dog Roger to living out of Jack's panel truck. His plans for a little fiddle with some ghostly, interest- bearing accounts at the bank where he supervises a bevy of data- entering beauties are about to pay off, but then, worse luck, his boss commits suicide and a team of auditors and the boss's replacement storm in, kicking Jack out while they look for electronic embezzlement. Then a cute-meet with the new boss's extraordinarily attractive young wife, an amazon who carries a briefcase full of unmarked currency, puts Jack on the trail of the people he thought were trailing him. It seems the boss's wife, if she is the boss's wife, is being blackmailed, having posed for some exceptionally embarrassing photos, and the boss, if he is still the boss, is working some fiddles of his own. A thoroughly confusing situation becomes thoroughly dangerous when Jack goes to the trunk of the boss's car and finds an attractive corpse. Before he has things sorted out, Jack will lose not only his girl but his trusty dog. There will also be shocking events in a Phoenix funeral parlor. Rather slapdash but rather funny.