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Former cop Cass Raines knows the streets of Chicago all too well. Now she’s a private investigator and getting an exclusive glimpse into how the other half lives—and how they die . . . Wealth. Power. Celebrity. From her glossy vanity magazine to her popular television shows to her powerhouse production company, Nita Allen has built a one-woman media empire that’s taken the Windy City by storm. Everybody adores her. Except the people who work for her. And the person who’s sending her flowers with death threats . . . As Nita’s bodyguard, Ben Mickerson knows he could use some back-upâ€...
Former cop Cass Raines knows the streets of Chicago all too well. Now she’s a private investigator and getting an exclusive glimpse into how the other half lives—and how they die . . . Wealth. Power. Celebrity. From her glossy vanity magazine to her popular television shows to her powerhouse production company, Nita Allen has built a one-woman media empire that’s taken the Windy City by storm. Everybody adores her. Except the people who work for her. And the person who’s sending her flowers with death threats . . . As Nita’s bodyguard, Ben Mickerson knows he could use some back-up—and no one fits the bill better than his ex-partner on the police force, Cass Raines. Now a full-time private eye, Cass is reluctant to take the job. She isn’t keen on playing babysitter to a celebrity who’s rumored to be a heartless diva. But the money is good. How horrible could she be? Cass finds out the hard way during Nita’s book tour. As fans clamour for Nita’s autograph, her long-suffering staff have to endure Nita’s narcissistic tantrums and tirades. The tour takes an even uglier turn when a fan shows up with flowers and slashes Ben with a knife. While Ben recovers, two of Nita’s staff are murdered. And now Cass is left alone to protect Chicago’s premiere media darling—from the press, the public, and the private obsessions of a killer . . .