Kavi, Harris and Arthur are crap mystery writers and worse detectives. Which wouldn't matter except their unpublished stories keep. coming. true. An elephant and an orangutan rob a jeweler. A woman is attacked by a Victorian ghost. Three inmates vanish during a prison food fight. It's good to finally have a fan, but this is too much.

Sergeant Detective Alexis Dalkowski knows the three are guilty. Forensics don't lie. And if a quick conviction boosts Alex's mayoral bid, all the better.

Library IT admin Kavi knows her Dementor of a boss is the real criminal. She can practically smell a criminal empire seething beneath nonfiction. Why else would the Police Chief spend so much time browsing true crime?

Arthur, an artist, knows circumstance is the real culprit. Arthur's world is a potboiler, his friends merely players. The literary universe usually finds a happy end...right?

Physics teacher Harris knows Arthur did it. A self-proclaimed "scientific genius", he could unravel this case in seconds flat...if only he wasn't busy obsessing over Detective Dalkowski's curves.

Bailed from prison by a mysterious benefactor, the writers only make a bigger mess trying to clear their names. Dead ends. Vandalism. Accidental sex tapes. Exploding toilets. With Detective Dalkowski on their tail, the trio race to write a happy ending before somebody's story ends in a pool of blood.