At the annual convention of the American Booksellers Association, everything goes wrong. Julia Child’s cooking demonstration in the Random House aisle catches fire. A top New York editor catches a pie in the face. Invitations to the most exclusive publisher’s party are stolen, and all the wrong people show up. Worse, Heidi Yamada, the world-famous poet, is found dead, spread over the late Elvis Presley’s king-sized bed. It’s all caught on film by a busy photographer from Publishers Weekly, a woman soon kidnapped. When the Las Vegas police shrug their shoulders, Guy Mallon, Heidi’s first publisher (and a discarded lover) wonders what to do. Poor Guy. He’s a book man from Santa Barbara who, despite fellow residents Ross Macdonald and Sue Grafton, never felt inspired to be a sleuth, but he feels he owes it to Heidi. Besides, catching her killer may be his only chance to leave Las Vegas alive.