When a spate of petty thefts at the award winning Whittleford Park Country House and Spa takes a more sinister turn, uppermost in owner Edwin de Courcy's mind is to avoid any adverse publicity. The targets of what the Whittleford staff have dubbed 'The Bunny Boiler' are proving difficult to buy off with complimentary fruit baskets and luxury spa treatments. All the victims fall into that certain category of uber-fit, wealthy, forty-something women who religiously spend two hours a day in the gym and whose line-free, plump lipped, arch-browed faces could best be described as 'rabbit in headlights' (if said faces could express an emotion as complex and movement dependent as surprise). What de Courcy needs is someone willing to put themselves in the face of danger, a woman willing to immerse herself, undercover, in the pampered world of the Whittleford guest. What de Courcy needs is a honey trap. What he needs is Honey Bea, Private Investigator.