Blindsided by the murder of her boss, Detective Constable Constance Fairchild soon realizes that the Met fully intends to lay the blame entirely on her shoulders rather than come clean about their botched undercover operation. Everything about the shooting of Detective Inspector Pete Copperthwaite shrieks of a cover up, and the Met obviously do not expect their junior officer to offer much resistance to the closing of their ranks against her. How wrong they are.
Under threat and under constant surveillance whilst on suspension from duties, Con needs to get out of town quickly. Asked to investigate the disappearance of a teenager from her hometown, Con is happy to shoot through and lie low from the police investigation that seems to be going nowhere. The demons of Con’s past though haven’t gone away. They’ve just been lying in wait for her return.