
Oh, what a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive.
Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)
James Poynter is a young man on a steep career curve, and with clear objectives for his foreseeable future. That future involves marriage to his girlfriend of three years, Rachel Stimson, and success at his college examinations. Achievement of both personal and professional targets will set them both up for a very rosy future.
That future at Brodsworth Textiles disintegrates on one Friday evening prior to his wedding, when conscientiousness overtakes him and he returns to the factory after work to rectify an error in his paperwork.
What he learns in that moment sets off a chain of events which sends him spiralling downwards, and out of a job which had promised to propel him to senior managerial level.
Murder, deception, drug trafficking and embezzlement combine to derail the futures of everyone linked at the company, and set off a Europe-wide chase for the man at the centre of a plot so intricate, that the forces of law in several countries are thwarted at every turn until the stunning climax at Bristol Airport.
The main story line is supplemented at several levels by the private lives of those central to the plot, and the twists and turns will have you unsure, until the very end, as to the eventual outcome.
This is my fourth book, and is one drawn from experience in a variety of industries in the