Suds & Sam

Don't get me wrong. I respect she's got plenty of attitude. I especially hold her Uncle Vinny, a mob boss, in high esteem. When she goes missing, at first I figure she's miffed. When she doesn't answer my texts, I check with her family, and my stupid heart stops. Where the hell is she? Suds and Sam will make you laugh and yet keep you resisting pause all night long.

Sam's crazy Italian family is back, and Suds takes them on with his usual Southern charm as he navigates through the holiday season. Will they find the nativity infant in time for Christmas?

I made her promise. Absolutely, positively, no field work while I'm out of town. When I find my forged signature and a rental car, I'm ready to wring her pretty, little, neck, except I can't find her. How the hell did she get lost in a snow storm in Vermont? Sam and Suds are at it again in this action-filled hilarious new adventure.

This time, it's murder but there's no body and no motive. In fact, there's no evidence of any foul play except for the word of a nosy busy-body with night-vision binoculars. Despite big bucks, I suggest we pass on this case but Sam's family butts in and of course, it explodes in our face. Now, we're hip deep in a whole lot of shit better left to the police. The good news? No more Joey. We moved into the loft above our new office space. The bad news? They're demolishing the church next door and the jackhammer's sent our kitten into therapy.