Jon Winslow was a bookseller. It was all he wanted to be, and it was all coming to a most pitiable end, when an opportunity arose. If he would just hold a book that would be dropped off now and then, keep it safe until it was picked up... The pay was phenomenal, the risk seemed negligible. What could go wrong? A droll tale of murder and mayhem tossed with middle-age melancholy, career collapse, and finished off with an abiding sense of impending doom.