Think you know Reno, Nevada? Guess again! It’s not all neon signs and one-armed bandits. No siree. There’s crime and then there’s CRIME. Takes a private eye with skills to see the difference. Get it? Eyes? See? Well, I thought it was funny, anyway. Pretend you’re the GoPro strapped to Flack Murrow’s head (even though they didn’t exist in 1973), and get ready for real-time, whirlwind fun and adventure. She scares the bad guys, drinks too much Jim Beam and smokes too many Lucky Strikes (you could do that back then, ya know), and cracks beauties all the live-long day. There’s never a dull moment for a hardworking gal like her. She sure does like having you along.