Everyone hates Fiona Methodist. Her war veteran father shot a young couple in broad daylight before killing himself. The engaged pair witnessed a robbery and were due to give evidence, but with all three dead, no one knows the true motive. For Fiona, it's destroyed her life. It's not just those who whisper behind her back or the friends who pretend she doesn't exist; it's the landlords who spot her name and say no, the job agencies who can't find her work. But Fiona knows her dad didn't do it. He couldn't have, he's her father and he wouldn't do that...would he? Private Investigator Andrew Hunter takes pity on the girl and, even with stolen Bengal cats to find, plus an ex-wife who's not quite so ex, he can't escape the creeping feeling that Fiona might be right after all.