The sentence is death

"You shouldn't be here. It's too late . . . " These heard over the phone were the last recorded words of successful celebrity-divorce lawyer Richard Pryce found bludgeoned to death in his bachelor pad with a bottle of wine - a 1982 Chateau Lafite worth 3 000 to be precise. Odd considering he didn't drink. Why this bottle? And why those words? And why was a three-digit number painted on the wall by the killer? And most importantly which of the man's many many enemies did the deed? Baffled the police are forced to bring in Private Investigator Daniel Hawthorne and his sidekick the author Anthony who's really getting rather good at this murder investigation business. But as Hawthorne takes on the case with characteristic relish it becomes clear that he too has secrets to hide. As our reluctant narrator becomes ever more embroiled in the case he realizes that these secrets must be exposed - even at the risk of death.--