A Phryne Fisher Mystery

A gorgeous man lies cradled in Phryne’s arms – but this isn’t seduction; it’s death . . .

The Honourable Phryne Fisher has just had her windscreen shot out, but worse is the fate of the pale young man lying in the road in front of her car, his body riddled with bullets, who draws his final breath with Phryne at his side.

Outraged by his murder, Phryne promises to find out who is responsible . . . though she doesn’t know yet just how deeply into the mire she will have to go – bank robbery, tattoo parlours, spiritualist halls . . . and then there are the Anarchists! But when her beloved maid Dot disappears there is nothing Phryne won’t do to get her back . . .


‘Phryne Fisher . . . an investigator with all the charm, wit and intelligence of James Bond, and as many lovers.’ Sunday Sun

The devastating Phryne Fisher is under fire again in her fourth mystery.

A very young man with muddied hair, a pierced ear and a blue tattoo lies cradled in Phryne's arms. But sadly, it's not another scene of glorious seduction - this time it's death. The Honourable Miss Phryne Fisher, beautifully dressed in loose trousers, a cream silk shirt and a red-fox fur has just had her windscreen shot out inches in front of her divine nose. But worse is the fate of the pale young man lying on the road, his body hit by bullets, who draws his final blood-filled breath with Phryne at his side. Outraged by this brutal slaughter, Phryne promises to find out who is responsible. But Phryne doesn't yet know how deeply into the mire she'll have to go: bank robbery, tattoo parlours, pubs, spiritualist halls, and the Anarchists. Along this path, Phryne meets Peter, a battle-scarred, sexy Slav, who offers much more to her than just information. But all thoughts of these delights flee from Phryne's mind when her beloved maid, Dot, disappears. There's nothing Phryne won't do to get her back safely.