Even when the cops showed up. There was something just so ICY about him. San Francisco poet Morgan Ellender is conducting a post-mortem on her failed romance when San Francisco's finest pay her a visit, informing her that the real victim is not her bludgeoned heart, but her secretive ex-lover.
How can she disentangle herself from the web of secrecy he's woven her into-- maintaining a pathological aloofness, never introducing her to his friends, forbidding her even to call him at his office? She suddenly realizes she has no information to back up her innocence. It seems impossible that he could have inspired enough passion in anyone to commit murder. But someone did.
Who will like it: Fans of dark humor and female protagonists; anyone who's ever had a bad date. Frankly: anyone who's ever dated.
