Socially awkward, neurotic detective Marzia LaRue thinks she's finally struck gold in the relationship department- David Stiles is handsome, sweet, intelligent, has an autographed picture of Leonard Nimoy, and can actually stand her for more than five minutes. Basically a match made in heaven- right? But when Dave is pinned as a suspect in a string of ritualistic murders, Marzia begins to have second thoughts. Is her perfect man the perfect murderer, or is there something more going on?