A hint of duelling banjos, more than a touch of Richard Hannay, an undertow of Jack Parlabane - this book is like an Islay whisky, with the flavours bursting in your mouth, warming your throat and pouring out through the hole the villain has just put in your stomach. A darkly humorous comment on male friendship, as events spiral out of control, with the boys and a girl running headlong from a pair of homicidal maniacs.
