She moved to New York City to dance. Not ballet. Not the ballroom. The enigmatic Little Egypt dances in diaphanous silks in front of the wealthy men who frequent the city's Gilded Age gentleman's club, men who stare at her with unconcealed lust. She dances for money and has made a fortune.
Then, each time she dances, another of her wealthy connections dies a grisly death. Lurid newspaper accounts jump to brand her as the prime suspect.
As the murders pile up, Theodore Roosevelt, NYC police commissioner, is pressured to arrest her and possibly execute her. He assigns the tall, attractive Sgt. William Heffelfinger to keep an eye on her. Which he does tenaciously, so well that he begins to believe she is not the murderer - and Roosevelt agrees.
But who is?
And will Roosevelt find out before political pressure sends her to the electric chair?