From the blurb:
Sir Rupert Van Leer, calebrated architect and flawed genius, was buried at a church of this own design on 13 January 1987. There were three principal mourners, two women and one man.

Nicky, passion of Rupert's twilight years, demure and devoted campanion of the last painful months after his tragic stroke, his red-haired second wife with a shadowy past.

Elsa, his auburn-haired sculptor daughter, who was fought a lifelong battle for her own place in the sun, lavishing her passionate love on the one man who spurned it.

Michael Kovacs, Rupert's protege, partner and heir, a self-sufficient loner long out of sympathy with his mentor's architechural style and equivocally linked to his daughter.

Only one word passed between the two women; only the man heard it: 'Murderess...'

This is reserved to be released for the “Never Judge a Book by its Cover” Release Challenge 2009 Week 1- numbers.

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Left on the bench outside New Look.