A listless widow and avid reader of crime stories, Jane Christie, falls off the roof of her Toorak home, sustaining brain damage that gives her life renewed purpose. Believing she is a world class sleuth who has solved numerous crimes, Jane determines to rid the world of wickedness. When she foils a paedophile, the media dub her Miss Marple and people flock to her for help.
At her wealthy neighbour’s funeral, Jane detects sure signs of heavy-metal poisoning. And in the middle of the eulogies, she pronounces that the deceased was murdered. Her voluble declaration draws the attention of enigmatic private detective Dominic Petrucci and the ire of the mourning family. Her insistence that she will not rest until she brings the culprit to justice, makes her the killer’s next target.
In her befuddled mind the bereaved widower is guilty. After all, in ninety-nine percent of her former cases, the spouse has been the culprit, and she forges ahead to prove it. The problem is that these cases exist only in her imagination.
