James Abercrombie is a Hollywood actor who's past his prime. Ten years ago, he was box office. These days he's more boxed wine and coffee adverts.

But they still love him in Asia. On the set of a whisky commercial, he meets the beautiful Sweety Sahota, India's queen of Bollywood, beloved by billions. Marrying her might revive his fortunes.

They move to Mumbai and into The Pinnacle. Sweety's career continues to sky-rocket. James's not so much. He hates India - it's hot and dirty and crowded and the food upsets his stomach. Soon the marriage is in trouble. Is she cheating on him? The papers seem to think so. They have a clandestine photo of her with her ex-boyfriend, Bollywood heart-throb Chunky.

James hits the bottle, and after one particularly drunken session, wakes in the apartment to find Sweety dead in their bed, her throat slit. Did he kill her? He's sure he didn't, but who the hell's going to believe him?

He needs to find out who killed his wife and why, and he needs to do it fast; before the crime is pinned on him, because, let's face it, he's not going to get a fair trial. If he doesn't work it out, he's as good as dead.