In this black comedy of mayhem, Pock talks to Jesus, to plants, and to flowers, and they lovingly talk back. His face ravaged by an awful pox, ugly and crippled since birth, mocked and hardened by every upheaval in his life, Pock spent 13 years in an Alabama prison for scalping the man who dropped a maroon bowling ball on his aggrieved club foot. When released, Pock is un-rehabilitated, and with Jesus as his wingman, joyfully murders the witnesses who sent him to prison, quoting Christ and the Bible at the drop of every victim, targeting black Birmingham police officer Street Longshore, and his white partner, Blake Dailey, last. While Street and Dailey patrol the city in an unmarked police vehicle with a miniature spare tire, right front, they are unaware Pock is hunting them until it's too late. Pock's brand of serial murders terrorizes Birmingham to its core. Believed by law enforcement to have perished in a warehouse fire, Pock magically crosses the Atlantic and disappears into the moors of southern England, waiting, waiting to return.