She had a glass in one hand, a champagne bottle in the other, and trouble splashed all over her lovely lush body. Something hit me . . . and I blacked out. Right at the wrong time. The next thing I knew, a not-so-friendly voice belonging to an even less friendly police lieutenant was saying, "Crocked to the gills, lipstick all over your face, and two people dead because you don't know the meaning of the word responsibility. There...