Sergeant Bartholomew Moore's prey was within his grasp, but the elusive and deadly Aiden Woolbury slipped away after claiming his first target in Preston. With the bark of a rifle and the roar of a flame, Preston finds itself in the midst of a new conflict the spark that may set off a powder keg of criminality and political unrest which has been growing for decades. Now it is a race against time between the Constable and the Assassin, one determined to claim more targets in a bid for his ultimate goal and the other bound to move all heaven and earth to stop the killing even if it requires just one more death to bring the chaos to an end.
And all this commotion causes something else to move in the dark.
An old foe stirs from his own machinations and brooding, realizing that the little empire he has carved out for himself may be under threat. Like any would-be despot, he will suffer no such challenge. He proved three years ago that the only rule of engagement to which he adheres is the maxim of victory before everything else.
The streets of Preston grow gloomy with fog, but only these three men can determine whether the streets will also run red.