The bad news:
Kat Makris' car just went up in flames.
The good news:
Kat has a new ...
Well, it's not technically a car, but it could be if she squints and ignores the braying.
Kat is going nowhere fast on her new mode of transport, but the world is changing shape around her. Dad is thinking of selling her childhood home; the devastatingly sexy Detective Nikos Melas is no longer speaking to her; and scrumptious Xander, double agent, has been keeping his distance.
The ground under her feet lurches sideways again when the Godfather of the Night himself, Baby Dimitri, rocks up to the family compound, begging for sanctuary. An old enemy has clawed his way out of the grave. He wants Baby Dimitri dead. He wants Grandma dead. Basically he wants everyone dead. And he wants them to do their dying to the beat of a 1980s soundtrack.
With a funeral to orchestrate, a long-neglected filing cabinet to sort through, and a KGB agent's familiar flunkies following her every move, Kat doesn't want to get involved.
Until Grandma's kidnapping leaves her with no other choice.