If he's Cary Grant, where's his Girl Friday? Mitch Peabody was learning pretty fast that the life of a private detective was nothing like the movies. He'd envisioned a world of tough-talking detectives and smart-mouthed, stunning dames. Instead he saw case after case of cheating husbands, suspicious wives and unsuspecting mistresses...until she walked through the door. Right down to her stilettos, Mae Sullivan was a knockout with a lethal body--and...