Another day, another dead body. It's all in a day of the life of Salem Grimes.
Salem Grimes figures even a God who works in mysterious ways wouldn't resort to a dead body in a dumpster in answer to Salem's prayers to help her stay on her diet - excuse me - Strat-EAT-Gic plan. But a dead body in a dumpster it is, and now Salem and Viv, her octogenarian partner-in-crime-solving, are on the case once again. Salem finds the search for the killer a satisfactory distraction from all the things she needs distraction from - "dates" with the husband she hasn't known for the past decade, growing jealousy of Viv's friendship with Dale-the-Annoying-Hanger-On, and a mentor who says things that - okay, maybe Salem needs to hear, but she really doesn't want to. As she seeks peace amidst praying prairie dogs and too much Chinese food, Salem struggles to disentangle what she thinks she should believe and what she really believes, and - most frightening of all, the possibility that she might have to figure out for herself just where the truth lies. Oh, and avoid a murderer on the loose, if she can manage it.