Phryne Fisher is dancing at bourne’s premier dance hall, weafing a sparkling lobelia-colored georgette dress. Nothing can flap the unflappable Phryne-especially with so many delectable dance partners. Nothing but death, that is. Then suddenly in the middle of Bye Bye Blackbird, a figure slumps to the ground, stabbed. Phryne, conscious of how narrowly the weapon missed her own bare shoulder, back, and dress, investigates. She follows the deadly trail into the dark smoky jazz clubs of Fitzroy, into the arms of eloquent strangers, and finally into the sky, as she uncovers a complicated family tragedy from the Great War and the damaged men who came back from ANZAC cove.