Private
Investigator Sasha Jackson has a pair of handcuffs, a pair of drum sticks, and a
pair of black silk stockings... It’s anybody’s guess which she’ll use first,
but it’s a safe bet she won’t use any of them for their intended purpose.
As her 30th
birthday approached, rocker chick Sasha realized she was never going to make it
in the music biz, but after a decade belting out cheesy cover songs in Toronto bars,
she doesn’t have a lot of options. As
well, the night gigs have pretty much ruined her for ever working 9-5.
She’s broke and fed-up, so she decides to go
back to school and train as a private investigator. She moves
back home with her dad, a professional gambler; and her brother Shane, a chef
who recently opened a restaurant - an undertaking that necessitated his own
return to the nest.
While Sasha tries
to build her investigation business, she works part time at a phone sex hotline
to keep afloat until a case comes along that will solidify her PI
reputation.
As Sasha’s caseload
increases, so does her exposure to danger, as well as the likelihood of her
screwing up or breaking the law. But
after years of fending off drunk guys in bars, there’s very little that Sasha thinks
she can’t handle. Except her love life... that’s still a big mess.
Open-minded,
independent, and fiercely loyal, Sasha does whatever she must to help those near and dear to her, as long as it sits well on her own moral
compass. Even though she always does the right thing, she usually does
it the wrong way, and she’s likely to hum a tune as she
bends the stupid rules that shouldn’t be there in the first place.
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