London’s seedy underbelly ripped apart by razor sharp distilled prose
‘On a clear day you can see forever.’
Over London streets and estates, Sean – whip hard, and John – razor sharp, on the up.
Hopkins, old and corrupt; and Melody, chasing all.
Rolex boys and government men, junkies, a madam, a madman, and an Angel.
Blood, gear and tears. A seedy speeding vortex.
How will it fall? Who’ll get burnt?
Will anyone ever really get C L E A R?