She's a self-proclaimed "intuition expert" with a talent for chaos and questionable disguises. He's a rule-following ex-cop who still irons his socks. The only thing they have in common? A shared office lease and a long trail of weird cases no one else wants.

From sabotaged dog shows to antique-shop cults, their investigations rarely go as planned, mostly because she doesn't believe in plans. As their cases grow more ridiculous (and somehow more real), so does the possibility that they might actually be good at this... in their own dysfunctional, unlicensed way.

Solving crimes was never supposed to involve so much glitter, ghost-hunting, or croissant-related injuries. But hey, justice has never been this messy.