Bled to death and left in a rubbish bin, the teenaged prostitute is just the first victim.
DI Jeff Rickman's investigation into the Afghan refugee's sordid death leads first to the heart of a community who can't - or won't - talk to him. Then the investigation comes home to Rickman's own private life. As the body count starts rising he is framed for a crime he didn't commit.
A murderer is trying to make things personal. Very personal. Is he on the trail of a serial killer? Or something even more sinister?
