Hey, look at that stunning beauty! What…(S)HE's NOT A GIRL?! Michael Archangel is his name, cracking cases is his game, and 'shame' is not written in his dictionary. When it comes to revealing the killer's hidden secret (or his own legs) he has no hesitation. He hunts down, kicks ass, and nails the killer-in high heels. Kelly is his personal assistant. Her mind is all set for a career. So far, things are going great. She has to get over the apocalyptic divorce, British media keep on calling her Bitch, and her boss treats her like the butt of jokes. When her boss gets summoned by the FBI to help catch an eyeball-snatching serial killer ASAP, things get lovelier. Okay, so hanging around at bloody crime scenes is a part of her job, but it's not easy to see brutally murdered victims eye-to-eye-especially when they are missing the eyeballs. Seriously, can they really catch this killer as a team?