Senator Barnes, pillar of Canberra's polished facade, found his final thrill at Sydney's hottest after-hours den, Lady Chatterley's. While getting a lap dance the senator suddenly dropped dead. To make matters worse, the club manager just thought the senator had a heart attack and sent for an ambulance. It wasn't until he was taken to ER that they realized that it was not natural causes. But by then, the private room that the senator had been using was sanitized leaving little in the way of forensic evidence. The motive? Tangled in a web of political intrigue and illicit desires; as murky as the secrets hidden behind the club's velvet curtains. The pressure? Mounting, fueled by a media frenzy and whispers of a cover-up reaching all the way to Parliament House. Enter Harry Chin, Canberra's sharpest federal inspector, who never misses a clue or a quip. And his enigmatic Aboriginal partner, Ash Friday, who has a knack for reading people and a secret connection to the land. Together, they are Canberra's elite homicide team. Brace yourself for a Harry Chin mystery that burns as hot as the Australian sun, with twists sharper than a stiletto heel and characters as intoxicating as a forbidden cocktail. Dive into death in the Down Under and let Harry and Ash lead you on a chase where justice is the only encore. This is Harry Chin's most intoxicating case yet, a cocktail of danger, deception, and the seductive pulse of Sydney's underbelly. Will you dare to take a sip?