She passed the door because she'd expected what she saw. Splintered wood and staggered gait, half-on hinges pinging with the strain of taking up the slack. These people lived like animals. Passed it before the nagging started, told her to go back. Told her to look again. The wood was dark, then pale bright yellow where it gashed and gnashed against itself. A single hinge-pin rattling tinny-time with the breeze. One clear, muddy bootmark mid-way up the broken door, that slippery chill up her back.
Anna Cameron is a new Sergeant in the Flexi Unit. On her first day in the new job she discovers she'll be working with her ex, Jamie, now married with a child. In at the deep end emotionally after many years without him, she's also plunged headlong into the underworld of Glasgow's notorious Drag - the haunt of working girls, drug dealers and sad, seedy men. Someone is carving up the faces of local prostitutes, an old man has been brutally killed and racist violence is on the rise; Anna must deal with all this alongside tensions and backstabbing within her own team.