Private investigator Dana Vespoli worries that her work is ruining people's lives. She's reassured by husband Mark Wood, but when we see her telling a cuckolded husband that his wife Reagan Foxx is getting serviced by studboy Lucas Frost—and watching the encounter—we see what she means. Foxx's purred, "I wanted a real man to fuck me today" to Frost drives the infidelity point home, but not as strongly as the hand wielding the automatic pistol that interrupts the couple's afterglow with gunshots (thankfully after the cut-to-black).

Vespoli's next subject, Syren De Mer, interrupts Vespoli's surveillance to offer Vespoli a glass of water, but despite the hospitality, Vespoli returns to observe De Mer in flagrante with Van Wylde—but when reporting back to the husband, Vespoli covers for De Mer, probably because of what happened that last time. When De Mer's son Small Hands catches Vespoli snooping inside De Mer's house, she buys his silence and then, that night, tells hubby Wood that she's dropping the case. "I have a bad feeling about it. I got too close and I don't think I can handle the situation." And she's right—De Mer is way ahead of the game.

Kudos to writer/director Jacky St. James for casting mature performers in her cheating-housewives roles, and for the clever screenplay. Jaunty music makes the sordid goings-on seem less sordid.