It’s the 1980s, and Tweedmore & Slyde is the hottest law firm in red-hot Silicon Valley, where the computer industry is creating new ways to mint money, and lots of it. Tweedmore’s lawyers are masters at carving out their own little slices of that pie – drafting briefs and wills and contracts, and putting in 18-hour days to protect the interests of their staggeringly wealthy clientele. Enter Howard Rickover. Pudgy and perpetually rumpled, Howie is an unlikely addition to the Tweedmore tank of sharply dressed sharks. But when founding partner Leo Slyde is murdered, Howie’s unfashionably wonkish skills come into their own. And when an alluring – if equally badly dressed – policewoman takes on the case, Howie’s heart starts to race beneath his mustard-stained lapel. Can two people find love even if they’ve never found a good dry cleaner? Can they find a killer before the killer finds them?