Phryne is receiving death threats and Jack does what it takes to keep her safe.

Jack responds to a late night telephone call... Hurt/comfort, friendship, romance, and a little smut (and the teensy-weensiest blink-and-you'll-miss-it bit of sleuthing) ** Please note that this story contains violence which includes implied sexual assault. Please do not read the story if you feel that it will cause you distress **

Jack Robinson always suspected he would die alone. When a straightforward case leads him into the tangled web of Melbourne's organized crime, it looks like he just might. Phryne Fisher could extricate him, if only she knew he needed rescuing. Romance, angst, friendship, and chiseled cheekbones. What could go wrong? It's got a dark start, but I'm a happy endings girl.