Yikes! the film making quality is so incredibly poor that everything looks like a bad 1980s Lifetime Television for Women train wreck. There is nothing legitimately noir abut The White Orchid.
First of all, aside from the large picture windows, the house itself looks like some boring run-of-the-mill LA beach vacation rental, it's decorated like a mid-priced corporate chain hotel, and it's filled with nothing more exciting than two drawers full of outfits and sex toys that would typically belong to the average webcam girl. Yet this "expensive impressive house" is right next door...to a trailer park? The director doesn't think for one second to show whether or not the protagonist is actually locking the door when she enters the murder house, and for someone so mousy and naive she does not seem appropriately frightened by a person menacingly laughing on the answering machine and pulling up into the driveway of the murder house, not once but twice. Any person who wasn't completely out of their mind would suspect that car might belong to the murderer(s) or be tied to them in some way, perhaps via a drug cartel....since there's a huge suitcase of money with a gun!
That's another thing, it's pretty much a federal crime to hide guns and thousands of dollars found in the process of a murder investigation, even if its for social services and not the police. Not to mention her utter irresponsibility in being the cause of the poor, elderly blind lady having a break-in from some man (again, presumably the murderer) because of her.
This woman is not "a good girl." At best she's a completely out of it, sheltered dork, and at worst she's what people in the psych professions call a "covert narcissist." Little miss mouse apparently doesn't have the morals or maturity one would find desirable in an investigator for social services who snoops through dead people's personal items alone on their property. Increasing disgust with the adolescent nature of her boring late blooming among her selfish, dangerous behavior, hidden under a plain jane facade was a big reason I turned this off about halfway through. Protagonist is not a sympathetic character unless you're 13 years old, or perhaps if you too are a covert narcissist.
But wait! That's not all! I watch lots of films that have intriguing stories or brilliant cinematography and settings that have unsympathetic main characters. That's how bad bad bad the plot is - first of all, you don't ask some guy you barely know to watch a murder victim's suitcase full of money with a casual "don't open it" (as if your neighbor would be like oh sure I will watch this mysterious suitcase for you and HIDE IT and NOT LOOK IN IT because I am also a complete goober). Did someone in high school write this screenplay? I want to know. But not badly enough to finish the film.