Abstract
Just when Vancouver commercial photographer Tom McCall thought he'd got his life back on track, a complete stranger shows up dead on the roof deck of his floating home. No one seems to know who he is, he has no ID, and there's not a mark on him. If that isn't bad enough, a prospective new client seems to have had one Botox injection too many, his ex-wife wants to take his daughter off to Australia for a year; and someone's leaving mutilated dolls on his front step. And, of course, he's in lust again. No wonder he's feeling a little overexposed.