About the book: year / Aidan Murphy woke up from a loud knock on the door. He lay still, trying to decide whether he had a hangover or was just tired. There was another, louder knock. He rolled over and looked at the clock radio. 10:31. Why didn't his mother open the door? The knocking turned into a rumble and someone shouted his name. He got out of bed, picked up his T-shirt and underpants from the floor and slowly went downstairs. Two men were outside. Malone was the eldest. He didn't know any other way. Large, with dark stubble and dark skin, he looked Spanish.