Location, location, location. Like any realtor worth her designer sling-backs, Amanda Thorne knows the golden rule of selling homes. Unless, of course, the prime property includes one very dead corpse... Amanda is pretty resilient, but she's taken a few hard knocks since she moved to plush Palm Springs. After a divorce from her husband and business partner, Alex, she's determined to make it on her own in real estate-despite scorpions, 100-degree heat, and an encounter with a cactus en route to her first big listing. And when she finally arrives at the Mid-century modern manse, a lifeless body in the living room really ruins the ambiance. Amid the shattered Eames surfboard table and vintage glassware lies local environmentalist Doc Winters, his mouth stuffed full of rocks. Since Doc's main cause was opposing development in the pristine, tremendously valuable Chino Cone mountains, every realtor in town is suspect. So Amanda embarks on her own investigation. With the help of Alex-who it turns out is gay but still her Best Friend Forever-her red-hot geriatric neighbor, Regina, and the reluctant cooperation of dishy Detective Ken Becker, she sets out to unravel the truth. After a fellow real estate agent is murdered, some pissed-off Black Widow spiders planted in her car, and a body found floating in her pool, it's clear someone wants Amanda's inquiring mind off the market-permanently. But she's tracking down this killer...even if it leads her to death's handcrafted, Mission style door.