Heather Wells is a former pop singer who has fallen on hard times and is working as an assistant director of New York College hall of residence. Two girls die apparently while 'elevator surfing', but Heather is conviced that their deaths are not accidental, because girls don't elevator surf.
Heather lives in the house of her ex-fiancee's brother Cooper, on whom she has a crush, and who happens to be a Private Investigator. She tries to get him interested in the case, but he is reluctant to get involved, as are the police. So Heather decides to do a little investigating on her own account.
The story is not uninteresting, but it rambles on with rather too much detail about clothes, diets, beauty routines etc, and Heather's drooling over Cooper gets a bit of a bore. I guessed whodunnit about halfway through the book, though exactly why did not become apparent until about three-quarters of the way through. There is some genuine excitement towards the end, and Heather is rescued from the clutches of the villain in a very unexpected way. I think the book would have been better if it had been about 100 pages shorter.