Sofie’s a young Greek-American woman working and living in Astoria, Queens. If you’d asked her a few months ago what she’d be doing now, she’d have replied, “I’m going to be married to the man of my dreams and working at my father’s Greek restaurant. Or maybe my grandfather’s Greek restaurant.”
But that was before Sofie caught the groom doing a lot more than kissing the maid of honor moments before the wedding. Before she punched out the priest who tried to get her to go through with the “I dos” anyway, before she chucked her engagement ring into the garbage disposal. Before she became a junior detective for her uncle’s detective agency.
And definitely before anyone started shooting at her.
Now Sofie’s trading barbs with Pimply Pino, who was a pain when they were in school together and is even worse now that he’s a cop and she’s a P.I. She’s searching for a runaway wife who may be wanted by the FBI and for a vicious neighborhood mutt. And she’s got the hots for Jake Porter, Australian mystery man whom Sofie suspects is either a bounty hunter or a federal agent. Jake spends a lot of time under the hood of Sofie’s car, while Sofie wishes he were tinkering with her.
