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When thirty-year-old Charlotte Adams returns home to set up her personal organizing business in the historic town of Woodbridge, New York, she's expecting to find clients who need professional help sorting out their clutter, collections and just plain junk. She's expecting to reconnect with her old school friends, the lovable misfits: Sally, Margaret and Jack. She's expecting that her two rescued miniature dachshunds will help her forget her lying, cheating ex-fiancé and the square-cut diamond she's just tossed into the Hudson. She's not expecting to find her first client dead in the debris of a historic home. Not even a little bit. The death of the tyrannical retired teacher Helen "Hellfire" Henley makes the news in a big way. That's got to be bad for business. Naturally things get worse when the police find Charlotte's pen under the body. This is particularly tricky since Charlotte's former friend and current nemesis, Sgt. Pepper Monahan is in charge of the investigation. Try organizing your way out of that, lady.
Daisy and Lily would like to state unequivocably that there is no connection whatsoever between them and Charlotte Adams's dogs, Truffle and Sweet Marie. Daisy and Lily would never hide keys, unfurl toilet paper, or dash off while their owner was being pursued by the police. The matter of the missing slippers and the gnawed dining room chair leg can be attributed to youthful indescretions. And as for those PC chargers, shoot happens. If you have a problem with that, have your people call their people.