Would you kill for a good story? If you are James Cooper, a 28 year old copy editor who dreams of literary stardom, you would. After all, your girlfriend has just been crowned the “voice of a new America” by the New York literati while you waste your days editing third-rate textbooks in a dreary Chicago basement. Your first book was panned. Your agent just dumped you. You have no future. But when your girlfriend’s corpse ends up sprawled beneath your bedroom window, you finally know what to write about.