Fiona Winston was famous, and Fiona Winston was beautiful. Now she was crying on my telephone.
Through the tears, I gathered the details. She'd wanted to know who'd stolen her dollhouse.
The first clue was her address - a gigantic house on top of a hill, where Fiona was throwing a party. Yesterday she'd sung her newest song on television, and today she'd invited some guests to celebrate. Just 300 of her closest friends. . .