In 'The Case of the Missing Fibula', Dawn Debris is hired to find a possibly-radiation-poisoned leg bone of a high society fashionette who only wants to fit in with the new craze of skeletal transplants that's sweeping the nation. A store detective, a street musician, a tedious pundit and a suspicious beautician are all involved as market forces compete in a world where beauty is no longer skin deep.
Dawn Debris, Yeah, that's my name, my working name, that is. You can look it up, in the yellow pages, under 'things - lost and found'. No, I find them, I don't lose 'em. And I guarantee my work. If you aren't completely satisfied, I'll refund my fee. And fuck you too, I say. But anyway, these here are my memoirs Dawn Debris most fabulous cases, recorded for posterity, and anybody else that's inarested.