When Ginger Mitchell finds out her mother committed suicide, she packs up her life as a Vegas “dancer” (hey, somebody’s gotta do it) and drives her cherry-red SUV straight home to Portland. Without a disapproving mom to rebel against, what was the point? But things aren’t what they seem once Ginger gets to the City of Roses. For one, nothing about her mother’s suicide adds up, but no one else even wants to entertain the idea that it could’ve been murder. No one that is, except the ghost of Ginger’s mother, who keeps scaring the crap out of her. It’s probably just a psychotic break because of the grief, right? Sure. In any case, it’s during one of these visits from Ghost Mom that Ginger decides to solve the murder on her own. She really only ever wanted to be a cop, so maybe she should start a private detective business and see where it takes her. And look, that hippie kid running down the street after a muscle car right now probably needs help. Another case!

Ginger Mitchell returned to Portland following a stint as a high-class Vegas escort, and now she’s going to become a detective. Just like her mother. Her dead, murdered mother. Ginger hasn’t gotten to the bottom of that one, but at least she’s got one solve under her belt. Ruth has nothing under her belt – she’s only got a swimsuit on. Well, technically, part of swimsuit. And no clue where she is. All she’s got is the phone number of the girl she saved from the frat boys the day before, Ginger, scribbled on her arm. Hopefully Ginger really is a detective, and can figure out where Ruth is, and how on earth Ruth got wherever the hell she is. Can Ginger solve case number two before Ruth freezes to death in the Oregon forest? Or gets eaten by methheads? They eat people, right?

It’s a beautiful morning in Portland, and there’s a dead body floating in a pool. Cops say it’s suicide. But Ginger Mitchell doesn’t think so. She’s starting to suspect someone inside the Portland Police Department is trying to make things seem rosier in the City of Roses. No murders, only suicides. Just like her mom’s case. If that wasn’t enough, a friend of Ginger’s brother needs his briefcase recovered from the prostitute who stole it from him. So some serious time in seedy motels seems to be in order. Ginger’s got her work cut out.

Ginger Mitchell should be proud of how far she’s come since she abandoned her high-class Vegas life to become a private investigator in Portland. Taking down an entire crime ring and a corrupt police department wasn’t bad for her first year on the job. Ginger Mitchell should be proud of how far she’s come since she abandoned her high-class Vegas life to become a private investigator in Portland. Taking down an entire crime ring and a corrupt police department wasn’t bad for her first year on the job. But there’s no time for praise right now, because Darlene, the crime boss who killed her mother, is more than a little pissed at Ginger. So in revenge, Darlene's kidnapped her brother. Ginger’s determined to stop Darlene and save her brother, but because the Portland police department is busy crumbling under corruption, Ginger's the only person available to investigate the Typhoid fever epidemic erupting around Portland. As if that weren’t enough, Darlene won’t stop calling Ginger to taunt her. See, people are turning up dead on rooftops, and Darlene’s laughing at Ginger being unable to catch the killer. Oh, also, those people, dead, on rooftops? Their hearts are missing . . . Can Ginger save her brother, save the city, and finally put an end to Darlene? Or has Ginger's nemesis found her revenge? As if that weren’t enough, Darlene calls Ginger to taunt her, and the true games begin. People are turning up dead on rooftops. With their hearts cut out . . . Can Ginger save her brother, save the city, and finally put an end to Darlene? Or has Ginger's nemesis found her revenge?

You know, the hits just keep coming for Ginger Mitchell. Hits that would’ve killed her already, had it not been for Ginger's mother's ghost warning her about the drive-by shootings and home-invading hit men. Beyond the hired killers, the world seems to conspire against Ginger, keeping her busy with things other than catching Darlene, the crazed serial killer who’s responsible for that whole ghost mother thing. Like the huge rock band who wants Ginger to find one of their biggest fans. A fan who went missing in the middle of a sold-out show. Plus, bodies keep showing up on rooftops, and the Feds who’ve come in to clean up the Portland Police Department can’t seem to find any leads at all. Except for Ginger, who they’re all too happy to throw into an interrogation room. Again. So, yeah. Ginger will get back to nabbing Darlene just as soon as she finds the missing girl, provides an alibi, and finds the OTHER serial killer running around town. Guess that date with the cute doctor is just going to have to wait.

Call her crazy, but Ginger’s starting to like having a ghost for a mother. After all, Violet’s saved her daughter’s life twice already, and it turns out the disgusting can she left in the freezer held a lot more than just revolting coffee. All in all a pretty good deal, as far as dead mothers go. Not that Violet can help with Ginger’s current case though. Ginger's after a “doctor” who’s getting rich injecting women with mystery fluid to boost their booties. Two women are in the hospital while one is in the morgue. Ginger might end up there too, if her plan to trap the woman doesn’t work.

It’s never good when you realize the serial killer you’re after is at least a step ahead of you. But that’s what’s happening to Ginger – just as she was about to bring the police a witness able to identify the Rooftop Killer, the Rooftop Killer put that witness’ head in her fridge. Her only lead gone cold. Speaking of cold, a retired cop buddy of Harrison’s wants Ginger to look into a case he was never able to definitively solve. Six years ago, a girl went missing and a grieving father ended up in jail. But was it the father who got rid of the girl in the first place, like the detective believes? Or is there something more? Ginger just can’t tell. She was supposed to be getting better at the whole detective thing, yet lately the only thing she could detect was more questions. On top of that, bodies are still appearing on rooftops, Darlene's still on the loose, and a bunch of Cartel hit men are still out to murder Ginger. With all of this looming, Ginger's wondering who’s going to find her head in the fridge.

Maybe the only thing scarier than facing down a crazed hit man aiming to kill you is dealing with Rhino being pissed at you for facing down a crazed hit man by yourself. Ginger’s been cavalier in her pursuit of both the Rooftop Killer and Darlene, and the big Samoan is sick of it. But the duo has to make up quickly, because app developer extraordinaire Shannon Melby beckons. Someone’s stolen his life’s work, and if he doesn’t get it back in the next 48 hours, he’ll lose millions. Ginger does her best to close the case as quickly as possible, but Portland's latest serial killer, RTK, decides to start contacting her directly with condescending clues for her to find the bodies he's left. Swell. Luckily Ginger thinks she's got a way to get an upper hand over RTK. She and Rhino are hot on his tail, and they just might be able to put a stop to the killings, and catch the madman.

Ginger Mitchell is so close to catching the Rooftop Killer, she can almost taste it. But that could just be the blood in her mouth from getting knocked the eff out. Who else would’ve attacked her on a roof besides RTK? And while Ginger’s in the hospital (though not seeing her cute doctor boyfriend), someone tries to kidnap one of Ginger’s Dannys, a member of her spy network. You don’t mess with Ginger’s Dannys. So Ginger’s got to find the perv and bring him to justice so her team can get back out into Portland and find the serial killer. To top it all off, just as things are coming to a head with RTK, guess who says she’s coming back to town, ready to off Ginger once and for all? Darlene.