All that hard work is finally paying off for curvy, voluptuous amateur sleuth Missy DeMeanor! She’s lost pounds and inches to fit into her wedding dress, and gained self-esteem and the appreciative eye of more than one male co-detective. That is, they would be co-detectives if Missy were investigating – which she’s not. Because she promised her fiancé she’d leave investigating to the professionals – him, among others. Yeah, Miss, we’ve heard that one before.
For a guy like me, who can shrug off bullets and lift seven tons, there’s no better profession than powered crime, and no greater burg to practice it in than Gold Coast City. But after ten years of tossing Buicks at heroes I wised up, took the black cape off my back, and hung out a shingle. Only instead of Dark Deeds Done Daily, this one reads Dane Curse, PI. Now I work cases for the dark denizens I was once counted among. The problems they got aren’t the kind that cops care about, so I do what I can, because sometimes even the unjust deserve a little justice.