Thirty-five year old Terry Fielding has his own way of escaping from his problems. The jagged twists and turns of Soho. The stairwell leading down. The luminous red neon that scrawls out DELILAHS above the hostess bars doorway. He has a lot to escape from. An unrewarding job. A loveless, childless marriage. A neurotic wife whos obsessed with another womans child. And a dark secret in his own past- a leather-bound scrapbook in his study, filled with pictures of a little girl who died twenty-five years ago. When he meets enigmatic hostess Rosina, all that stops mattering. Nothing really matters but the time they spend alone together- the long nights in cheap hotels, when they lie smoking side by side and talk about everything. Corruption. Amorality. How he murdered his sister when he was ten years old. And how hes planning to do the same thing to his own wife. Together, they plot to kill and to escape together- if only for a few wonderful weeks as soulmates. Only theyre not really soulmates at all. And when Terry finally realises how far apart they are, its too late to do anything but the worst thing in the world.