A solitary bone surfaces in a garden. Strange, yes, but not to be dwelt on for long. However, things turn curious when a dying gigolo whispers the address of the house with the same garden in terror, and curiouser when the gardener there digs out a mummified finger with a chic manicure.
These could still have been ignored if there hadn’t been a child at the heart of the matter.
As Lalli investigates the hidden secrets this garden has to offer, she unearths a gruesome tale.