One day she swore she would be in a position to fire anyone who called her girl, love or babe. One day she would fax Harry from London, just to tell him who she was interviewing that day, and ask him not to look her up if he was ever in town… Alex Brierleys so-called career in TV news has stalled. A serial killer is on the loose in Nottinghams red-light district – but shes still covering exploding kitchens and strange shaped marrows. But then she gets a break. A psychiatrist is beaten to death in a drug rehab clinic and shes put on the story. Though it appears he was killed in a drugs related break-in, Alex is intrigued by the cagey response of the dead mans colleagues: something tells her that the story is bigger than it seems. When her contact is suddenly killed and Alex is brutally attacked, she realises her instincts are right. Someone is very threatened by her interest in the murder, someone with clout. Someone who has no scruples about how they stop her. As the serial killer turns his attention to “respectable” women; as her personal safety becomes less assured; as whats happening leads her to examine her own vulnerability, Alex knows one thing for sure. Shes onto the story of her career – if she lives long enough to tell it…