Miss Vee is sixty, sophisticated, and trans.
Miss Vee loves anything 50s, except her fifty-something slimeball of a lawyer. When she finds his body at her next appointment, small-town cops are quick to make her their number one suspect.
As a lawyer, he might have countless enemies and Vee has to find the killer before she has to trade 50s rock for jailhouse blues. Switch cocktail dresses for an orange jumpsuit. Do jails even have a cocktail hour?