With a disastrous election looming, the police on his heels, adultery in the air, a body on his conscience, and a gun buried in his backyard . . . Murray Whelan faces his biggest test yet. Murray Whelan should have been asleep in bed. That's where the smart money was at 4:30 a.m. on a cold, wet, southern Australia winter morning. Not loitering among the truck drivers in Melbourne's fruit and vegetable market. Not picking a fight with a gun-toting kid in a cashmere coat. Not tasting forbidden fruit in the back of Donny Maitland's rig. Not turning his back on a body that bore a striking resemblance to a sack of tomatoes en route to becoming spaghetti sauce. But what's a lonely political advisor to do? His son, Red, on temporary loan to his ex-wife, has disappeared, and his boss, Angelo Agnelli, has sent him on a mission to infiltrate the toughest union in the country. And that was before Angelo asked him the really big ask--the favor that you'd have to be a fool, or maybe just Murray Whelan, to agree to. Now nothing can save him from another wildly funny, fresh, and fast-paced comic misadventure.