But she’s broke and desperate for the means to find her sister after her disappearance, and the world’s sexiest actor will pay generously to save his reputation. Only she didn’t expect the detective in charge of the case to be her old crush, Grayson Rivers. He’s hotter than the California sun, and their chemistry is the best thing since tacos, but she’s not going to let anything get in the way of uncovering a level of depravity unlike anything she’s ever known.
As tampering witnesses and stolen evidence come to light, Bexley’s network of old and new friends gets sucked into the undertow. If she can’t uncover the secret behind the victim’s footwear, the next wave will kill them all.
With pressure from her hunky police detective boyfriend to move in, and her father and his trophy wife demanding help, Bexley is sucked down into a quagmire of emotional blackmail and self-doubt. Going from investigative reporter to private dick wasn’t much of a stretch, but going from a self-sufficient woman to playing house and feeling duped pushes Bexley to the snapping point.
With trouble brewing behind the too perfect façade of Kappa Kappa, Bexley uncovers something much more sinister than a simple theft. When her own innocence unexpectedly comes under question, she’ll need her network of friends more than ever.