"Provincetown Police Detective Frank Coffin had been a well-respected Baltimore homicide detective. But when he started having panic attacks at crime scenes and fainting at the sight of corpses, he was forced to pack it in and go home to Cape Cod, where the most gruesome crimes confronting P'town's five year-round cops were usually break-ins, bicycle thefts, and domestic disputes." "After eight uneventful years, a vacationing TV evangelist turns up dead on the beach at Herring Cove, wearing a wig, a pink-and-yellow muumuu, and a pair of size-twelve pumps. Not to mention the raspberry-colored taffeta scarf strangling his neck. Ordinarily, the Cape and Islands DA's office and the State Police investigate major crimes on the Cape, but P'town's powers-that-be are nervous. Coffin's given a choice by the new police chief: investigate or lose his job." "So Frank and his partner, Officer Lola Winters, an ex-army MP, start out on the trail of a killer, visiting the restaurants and tourist spots the evangelist and his wife visited by day, and the drag bars and isolated trysting spots he might have frequented at night. As the body count begins to rise, however, it becomes alarmingly clear that this wasn't an isolated incident: A killer with an agenda is at large in Provincetown." "Tracking a murderer is something Coffin hoped he'd never have to do again, and the experience triggers the same nightmares that plagued the end of his time in Baltimore. And if his life isn't complicated enough, Frank's girlfriend, Jamie, thinks she's being stalked by an overzealous suitor; his senile mother is stirring up trouble at the nursing home; and everyone in town has a theory about who's committing the murders."--BOOK JACKET