Vish Puri is as fond of butter chicken as the next Punjabi. & when there`s plenty on offer at the Delhi Durbar hotel where he`s attending an India Premier League cricket match dinner, he`s the first to tuck in. Irfan Khan, father of Pakistani star cricketer Kamran Khan, can`t resist either. But the creamy dish proves his undoing. After a few mouthfuls, he collapses on the floor, dead. Clearly this isn`t a case of Delhi Belly. But who amongst the Bollywood stars, politicians, bureaucrats & industrialists poisoned Khan is a mystery. & with the capital`s police chief proving as incompetent as ever, it falls to Most Private Investigators to find out the truth. Puri is soon able to link Khan to a bald bookie called Full Moon & all the clues point to the involvement of a gambling syndicate that controls the illegal billion dollar betting industry. The answers seem to lie in Surat, the diamond cutting & polishing capital of the world (where Puri`s chief undercover operative Tubelight meets his match) & across the border in Pakistan, Puri`s nemesis, the one country where he has sworn never to set foot. Or do they?A certain determined, grey-haired lady with a unique insight into the murder believes that the portly detective is barking up `a wrong tree.` Is Mummy-ji right? Is there more to the murder than meets the eye? & why, to make life even more complicated for Vish Puri, has someone tried to steal the longest moustache in the world
- from right under the nose of its owner? Literally.