Teddy's first assignation with a male lover is also his last. The married airline pilot lies dead in his London flat - his torso scarred by the sharp shards of the shattered champagne bottle left cynically protruding from his abdomen. Yet video cameras are everywhere these days. Who was the man filmed with Teddy as he left the Heathrow concourse? And could he kill again? Ex-copper turned private investigator Billy Rucker joins the case on the exhortation of Teddy's brother, a well-known Tory MP. And for Rucker it's the start of a long, lonely trail through the city, clutching a grainy black and white photograph and a gut-gnawing suspicion lurking at the pit of his stomach. Until a phone call in the night asks for a meeting . and suddenly the name of the game is fear .