A murder in Las Vegas, and the 1st act of the homicide detective is to call in, and have the department pay for, a private eye? Right. And it gets dumber from there. The detective asks the ME if there are fingerprints on a piece of evidence. The ME doesn’t dust for prints., but we are supposed to believe this author. Don’t even get me started on the romance that didn’t belong in this juvenile who done it. Nancy Drew was more believable. Rate this for young adults and leave it at that. Mature readers, take a hard pass.