"Budding reporter Holly Colshannon thought she couldn't get worse than covering pet funerals. But then her boss at the Bristol Gazette hands her the poisoned chalice of crime correspondent: a job wouldn't, touch and bargepole were invented for.
Detective James Sabine is not happy to discover he is to be shadowed by a reporter: in fact, he wants his fly-on-the-fall to buzz right off. Holly, though, is not a girl to go lightly, especially when she had a daily column to write and an ailing MG to support. But while relations between press and police continue to plunge, the reading public are starting to suspect that there's no spark without a flame. Have their audience got the wrong idea? Or is it Holly who's missing all the clues?"