Mitzy Neuhaus had planned an extended vacation. She had earned it, and she could easily pay for it with this last sale. She sold the condo she'd been fixing up and living in at a nice profit. She needed to go back into the house to pick up the cleaning supplies. She just didn't expect to trip over a body; and it wasn't just any old body, but the body of someone who looked disturbingly like herself. The body of the woman who just bought the condo.
Why had the woman been there? She shouldn't have been able to get into the place; the sale wasn't closed, and she shouldn't have had keys. But wait--one of Mitzy's keys is missing--and found on the body.
Mitzy tries to find out a little about the situation--after all, it did take place on her property. How did this store clerk come up with enough money to buy a plush condo? Was it a coincidence they so resembled each other? And did it have anything to do with the Russian Mafia?
Trouble brews, and Mitzy is in it up to the tips of her curly blonde hair. It's enough to try her fiance' Alonzo's faith as he struggles to keep her out of danger.