Here comes Thanksgiving and with it more hilarious chaos of the O’Mailey variety.
Cait struggles to locate a missing mother whose children were instructed to seek out the PI in the event of an emergency. Cait is doubtful as to her own parenting abilities; she can’t even keep a fern healthy. She’s afraid the boys may end up withered and broken by the time the mom-napped Molly is rescued.
A murder in Brunswick has left a prosecutor looking more than just a little shady and Detective Trace Falon is put on the case. The evidence is disheartening and the Evening News broadcasts seem to be more informed than the police. As if that wasn’t enough of a headache, Trace is beginning to suspect there may be a bad apple walking about with a badge.
Is there a dirty cop in their midst, or is this an impersonator?
It’s up to Trace to sniff out the killer before the streets of Arbrick suffer cataclysmic consequences.
Cait and Trace blunder through the difficulties of shopping as responsible parents, dealing with bad guys who keep unusual pets, cooking Thanksgiving dinner, and solving their cases without:
a) getting killed,
b) getting maimed, and
c) falling head of heels for each other.