Miss Vee is sixty, snarky, sophisticated, and trans. When her favourite aunt dies, and David Snapper, the lawyer, is as slippery as the fish he's named after, Vee goes from uncomfortable to creeped out in a heartbeat.

When she finds him dead at their next appointment, Vee becomes the chief suspect in his murder.

Can she find the real killer before it's too late? Or will she have to trade 50s rock for jailhouse blues.?