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On a sultry summer night Murray Whelan is in the Botanic Gardens tasting Salina Fleet's apricot lips. Meanwhile a dead artist is being fished from the ornamental moat outside the art gallery. Political minder and brushed-off lover Murray Whelan goes looking for the big picture and learns that when you dabble with death there is nothing abstract about a loaded gun.
