‘The godfather of Australian crime fiction.’

A client falls from the twentieth storey of a building; a rock star goes missing; an erotic Mongol scroll vanishes; a film star has a problem that has nothing to do with creativity - it’s all in a day’s work for Cliff Hardy.

Yachts dance on the sparkling waters of the harbour, and the back alleys are busy: the city’s high and low classes go about their daily business. But nothing really surprises Hardy, and, for a hundred and twenty-five a day (plus expenses), he’ll provide a few surprises of his own .