Still Life — D.B. Kennison

Good art is subjective. Bad art can be positively deadly.

Randi Lassiter is twenty-nine, divorced, and remarkably content with her nonexistent social life. Mainly because she moonlights for an attorney, nabbing adulterers--like her ex--with her camera. When she stumbles across a mutilated body, it takes fast talking to convince the arrogant detective she's not a suspect. One look at him, and she pegs him as a guy who uses his sexy smirk to separate women from their panties. When Detective Jon Bricksen is named the lead investigator of the first murder this microscopic town has seen in forty years, he questions his decision to leave the death and violence of Milwaukee behind. Randi's cleavage--and her questionable sleuthing skills--aren't making his job any easier. Theirs is a partnership of aggravation until her small-town network results in critical progress. Forced into an uneasy alliance, they battle a growing attraction--and a killer who's out to make them the stars of his next piece of deadly performance art.

Warning: Prepare for a thrill ride of disturbing plot twists, profanity, dirty thoughts, and filthy behavior. Who knew small-town life could be this exciting?