This starts with legs, and they're nice ones too. Some smarmy bloke picks the legs up, but, tough break for him, the girl who's attached to them stabs him to death and then cuts his heart out. We never see her face though, and now it seems that the main suspect is actually a dude. Great, apparently I'm a fag. A detective and a cute writer chick team up to solve the crime, and along the way a bunch of stuff goes down that would normally constitute plot twists but in this case not so much since they tell us exactly who the killer is long before any of these things happen. And I hate to ruin the only real surprise this waste of time has going for it, but I want to make it perfectly clear to everyone that it turns out the killer is a woman after all. And she is fucking choice. I'd bone this honey 'til her pussy wore out and she had to get it reupholstered. I'd fondle her tits for so long she'd start lactating milkshake. I'd eat her snatch like a pastry-hating dog eats a Hot Pocket. I'm not gay, damn it.