The Dead Gigolo Caper by Stella Marie Alden

Hold onto your seat, cross your legs, and wait for the laughs. Suds and Sam are back!
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.
Did I mention I had to gut the bathroom and we have no shower?
“Bill paying?”
“You can have that.”
“Cleaning?”
“I can help.”
“I’ll do laundry as long as you throw your stuff in the hamper.”
“What’s a hamper?”
“I’ll man-splain it to you when we get home.”