Let’s see, Sam Driver goes to Scottsdale to negotiate a better advance for Judge Parker’s book.
He gets it, and the publisher gets it, too. With a shotgun.
Sam is interviewed by a hot female detective. She doesn’t get it. Sam’s no whore.
Sam drives to Carefree to go nosing around the dead publisher house. Who cares?
If there’s any action, it’s back at the law firm (heh, she said “firm”).