Police detective Ray Mallard goes to Candy with a case to do some insurance investigation. Candy smells something fishy, since Mallard isn’t usually forthcoming with help for her. Since the paycheck is going to be hefty, she manages to overlook any initial problems, and takes the case.
As the investigation develops, she learns it has to do with a woman who was killed in a firey crash of a small, private plane. Candy gets a plane ride, tour of the runway, and a briefing from the original insurance claims inspector. Not wanting the facts spoon fed to her, Candy doesn’t take it sugar coated. She sleeps on it, and consults her photographer friend Rembrandt. The more she pokes into the matter, the more trouble she digs up. Let’s just say that the insurance company has good reason to doubt, and people aren’t what they seem to be.
Thanks to a talkative parrot, and an all nighter spent reading over insurance reports, Candy gets to the truth. She calls in her own insurance policy to stay safe, and with Mallard by her side as she cuts too close to the nerve of the bad guy, she’s going to need it. Not to mention an emergency flying lesson of her own.