Sharing a cell in the Lautumae Prison with the most plebeian wildlife of Imperial Rome was far from Marcus Didius Falco's favourite pastime. But not for long and soon the Empire's most hard-done-by investigator is back on the case.
There are worse ways to turn an honest denarius than outwitting a fortune-hunting redhead - even counting the female contortionist with the strangest way with snakes. Until the rent racketeers, fatal poisonings, and a brace of hunting dogs only fractionally friendlier than the leather-clad bodyguards get involved and suddenly it's almost as worrying as cooking Titus Caesar's giant turbot without a fish kettle.
