"On a clear day you can see forever." Over London streets and estates, Sean - whip hard, and John - razor sharp, on the up. Hopkins, old and corrupt; and Melody, chasing all. Rolex boys and government men, junkies, a madam, a madman, and an Angel. Blood, gear and tears. A seedy speeding vortex. How will it fall? Who'll get burnt? Will anyone ever really get C L E A R? London's underbelly - ripped apart in razor sharp distilled prose