Crock-legged footballer, gaoled bouncer, earmarked for execution by the Provisional IRA and hopelessly in the clutches of British Intelligence, Keegan finds himself sent to Ibiza to deliver a message to a fellow ex-footballer now turned alcoholic. "A few days in the sun," his new boss Holmyard told him. Keegan knew it would be more than that but even he wasn't prepared for the chain of events which followed. Events involving Arabs and Israelis and people who wanted him--dead!
A savagely mutilated doll, the sinister reminder of the terrifying photos he had seen earlier in London, is in the shoe box given to Keegan as he embarks on the run from Belgium. He has been 'sold' by his creditor, Viney, to a London firm to clear himself financially. But the firm has elaborate games in mind: games involving a patsy . . . International security is at risk. And the patsy, Keegan, is needed . . . dead!
When Tom Tyzack is viciously beaten to death with a golf club on the local golf course, PC Arthur Root, the local village bobby, is in the unenviable position of having to question his fellow club members. He is regarded with scorn by the detective in charge of the case, and the latter's ill-natured attitude toward the suspects does little to assist him in solving the mystery. But it is Root who, after a second brutal murder, stumbles on the clue that leads to the discovery of the killer!
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