Death Wore a Smart Little Outfit

Dressed to Kill

If Rockford wore rouge...
If Spenser used hairspray...
If Jessica Fletcher had any fashion sense at all...

...they wouldn't have half the style and panache of Doan McCandler, San Francisco's most unlikely (but best-dressed) detective, and his stunning sidekick Binky. He's a Sherlock Holmes in heels (but far better accessorized). She's a Watson with a waistline (and a tiny little trust fund), who changes boyfriends faster than Doan changes Paris originals. Together they make a killer ensemble of amateur sleuths so smart, so sophisticated, so smashingly sassy, that no criminal would be caught dead in the same outfit. In their first outrageous investigation, Doan and Binky sashay their way into the glamorous extremes of the San Francisco art world. So hot! So haute! So hazardous to your health...But even though artists are being killed (and not just by the critics), the dazzling duo refuse to dress like Miss Marple to find the murderer. Doan and Binky may be willing to set themselves up as victims...but fashion victims? They'd sooner die...