Cinda Mae Bradbury, real stripper, fake southern belle, has a problem. Her boyfriend is being poisoned. She thinks it's Santa Muerte-Saint Death-doing it. P.I. Polly Berger isn't so sure. The cult of Holy Death may be many things--witchcraft, heresy, blasphemy, but it's probably not sending good-looking men to Heaven to sleep with the saint. On the other hand, someone definitely sent Cinda's soon-to-be ex-husband to sleep with the fishes. Which means that Polly (the P.I.), her secretary (the stand-up comic), and her ex-husband ( the detective), have a problem, too. Not that this is news.