By Wilf Morgan
Mike Shepard thinks about the fact he’s getting married in a week’s time. Then he thinks that when your intended thinks you met at a party but you actually met at the scene of an assassination you were carrying out, it kind of makes a mockery of the concept of an honest relationship.
This is the story of the week leading up to Michael Shepard’s wedding. Like most men, he’s nervous. Unlike most men, he’s nervous because his bride to be doesn’t know he’s a globe-trotting assassin. Torn apart trying to decide exactly how to come clean about the fact he kills a person roughly every other month, his week is made more complicated by a missing person, a moving target, a slightly drunk private-eye, ghosts from his past…oh yes, and wedding shopping.
This pacy, darkly humourous thriller scrambles its way from Manhattan to Nottingham to Bangkok to 1980’s New York and even 1970’s Scarborough (you heard me) and leaves Mike wondering if an assassin can ever have a happily ever after.
Sometimes, it’s about love. Sometimes, it’s about flowers. Sometimes, it’s just about surviving the happiest day of your life…