Frank needs help. Seriously. Between his infatuation with his boss and his compulsion to kill, he’s heading for trouble.
A satisfying little killing spree in which he takes out both his mum and his psychiatrist in one happy day soon spirals out of control and he can’t help but feel that the terrorists he has fallen in with are doing it all wrong. They have such an impersonal style of killing.
But then his boss tells him how much she loves him, the police vow to protect him from the crazy terrorists, and he discovers psychedelics.
Of course, just because Alice loves him doesn’t mean he stops wanting to sink his fingers into the soft flesh at the base of her throat. Some pleasures are worth the risk and the drugs just make it harder to know when to stop.
And as for the police? Well, they’ve got it coming. The terrorists’ plans only need a little tweaking to make them perfect.
This is a hook. And a damn good one.
Scary little sod ain't he?