Kate Brody may have things together at work, but at home, she’s anything but organized. Her silverware drawer is a jumble of forks and spoons that don’t match, her desk is littered with enough sticky-notes to start a campfire, and her closet resembles the aftermath of a rockslide.
Non-stop nagging from her mother forces her hand. She begrudgingly hires a professional organizer to get things in order. It seems to be going well—until the woman keels over in her bedroom closet. Not good. She’s stiffer than an 80’s hair style that’s been glued into place with five bottles of hairspray.
It doesn’t take long for the tragic news to spread like wildfire. All eyes turn to Kate. Now, locked in the local detective’s crosshairs, she scrambles to find answers before he concludes she’s the guilty party. It’s not like the autopsy report is helping her case.