I haven't read a Phryne Fisher book in simply ages, so I've picked this one up in my pursuit of reading all nominees for next Friday's Davitt Awards.
From the Blurb:
Melbourne, 1929. The year starts off for glamorous private investigator Phryne Fisher with a rather trying heatwave and more mysteries than you could prod a parasol at.
Opening LInes:
It had been such an agreeable day until then.
Melbourne, 1929. The year starts off for glamorous private investigator Phryne Fisher with a rather trying heat wave and more mysteries than you could prod a parasol at. Simultaneously investigating the apparent suicide death of a man on St Kilda beach and trying to find a lost, illegimate child who could be heir to a wealthy old woman's fortune, Phryne needs all her wits about her, particularly when she has to tangle with a group of thoroughly unpleasant Bright Young Things.
But Phryne Fisher is a force of nature, and takes in her elegant stride what might make others quail, including terrifying s ances, ghosts, Kif smokers, the threat of human sacrifices, dubious spirit guides and maps to buried pirate treasure ...