Devlin Tracy is a very good insurance investigator in a profession that rewards success.
He lives in a luxury condo on the Las Vegas Strip and only works when he feels like it.
He also drinks vodka by the pint, cracks wise to damn-near everyone, and has what can charitably be described as a complicated relationship with his girlfriend.
None of that matters to the Garrison Fidelity Insurance Company.
They’re interested in results. Which is why they keep Trace on retainer.
Problem: A patient at a private clinic died, shortly after making his doctor the beneficiary of his insurance policy.
Suspicious.
Now a wealthy friend of the Garrison Fidelity is a patient at the same private clinic, and he isn’t doing well.
Troubling. Solution: Send Trace, who has a natural way of shaking things up.
On the surface everyone’s friendly and nothing points to murder, fraud or larceny. A late-night beatdown from two masked thugs sends a very different message, however, and tells Trace that he’s onto something.
If only he could figure out what he’s onto.