A dark night, a walled garden and a dark figure caught on camera, staring at the window in the south tower, just staring. Leigh Conlon knew what it meant. Someone was stirring things up, someone from his colourful past, someone with a grudge. Well, there were plenty of people to choose from, weren't there? But the police were involved now and not just the police; there were others too. To make matters worse, John Deitch was crumbling. He had a conscience, you see, a fatal weakness in their line of work. It was time to act, time to make things safe. It was time for Leigh Conlon to show what he was capable of.
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