On a frozen Manchester February morning Tom Collins receives a phone call. "Mr Collins, I'd like to see you. It's rather urgent." but when Tom arrives the caller is dead. Why would a shabby, poorly-dressed unshaven old man living in a dilapidated terraced house in Wigan have a wardrobe full of expensive designer clothing? And why on the floor of the bedroom is there a boarding pass for a flight from Prague to Manchester - First Class? When Tom is handed a safety deposit key and a cryptic coded message he realizes that nothing about the death of Mr Wright is as it seems, particularly when two anonymous thugs warn him to stop his investigations. When a beautiful woman walks into Tom's office he thinks of a piece of advice from 'Detecting for Dummies', his book of handy hints for aspiring detectives. 'Never, ever, for one tenth of one per cent of one nano-second, trust your client.' Especially when she's tall, blonde, is wearing a fur coat, stiletto heels and speaks in an exotic foreign accent.....
