“’Good lad,’ Harry patted Pongo on the shoulder then turned to Ape-man. ‘Your turn. Use the dog lead. And let’s make sure this one’s not found.’”
In June 1995 a young man from Bingley was caught in the act housebreaking in a neighbouring town. Unfortunately for him, he was caught by the Williamson gang, not the police. After a brief interrogation he was summarily executed and buried in an unmarked grave. To this day his body has not been found.
At the time of Pongo’s “disappearance” his boss, Sean Dwyer, vowed revenge but couldn’t deliver. Instead he had to accept defeat and negotiate a truce with his hated rivals. Now, nearly a decade later, he is in a better position and thinks agreeing a truce was the right decision. The truth is he’s got it made, what with three thriving legitimate businesses, his own lucrative manor and an almost endless procession of women at his beck and call.
Meanwhile Heather Hunter, embarking on a career in banking, is on a collision course. Like most other local, law-abiding citizens, she fails to recognize Dwyer for what he really is, believing he’s no more than a good-looking rogue. The idea of one or two physical collisions with him is actually quite appealing . . .
Then a new, particularly nasty assault fractures the peace. This time, faced with losing all he has struggled to cheat and steal, never remotely considering the impact of the community around him, Sean decides it’s time to fight back and win.
But how; when the Williamsons are still much stronger and without any honour at all?