The Itch, that damn itch. Gary Westlake's stress levels are causing mayhem, trapped in a job that is sucking his very soul away, all he can think of is the coming weekend. Being on a train that suddenly explodes doesn't exactly increase his sense of well being. None of it makes sense. DCI Adrian 'Frankie' Howard just can't work out where everything fits in, and that's not a good thing. Because in Frankie's world things need to be linear; logic and reason dominate, not chaos. When bodies suddenly start piling up around him he knows matters are getting out of his control, but who can be relied upon? It's all just business. Auguste Fredericks has branched out on his own, and it's turning into quite a profitable venture, but only if he is prepared to get his hands dirty. If it ain't yours, leave it. Oliver Allen is learning the hard way, if you take what isn't legally yours nothing but trouble is going to come your way. That is something he can accept. However when it also so affects the girl he loves, then he really does have problems.