Kenneth Flint, a harmless old man, was shot in the chest, and the gunman left no trace behind him. As DS Mark Pemberton and his team begin to dig, Flint's unsavoury character comes to the surface. The villagers kept their children away from him, so it looks as if this is a revenge killing. Then two similar murders occur in different parts of the country and it seems certain the killer is on a mission. With no forensic evidence to work with it's like looking for a needle in a haystack - until something as small as an orange pip proves the sniper's undoing...
The disappearance of a smart young criminal, Darren Mallory, is cause for some concern but his family, all seasoned villains, refuse to cooperate with the police. Despite the relatives' unwillingness to help with his investigation, Detective Superintendent Mark Pemberton pushes ahead and launches an official search for the missing man. But it's as if Mallory has vanished off the face of the earth. The meagre information they do manage to find suggests his abduction was orchestrated by a team of fake police officers, and the faint trail leads Pemberton on into the murky world of drugs, and one particular drug baron. But when all leads to that individual mysteriously come to an end, Pemberton really starts to lose his bearings on the case. So is the drugs baron just another red herring, concocted to throw him further off the scent?