Wolcott's promotion to the CID is greeted with both admiration and resentment among friends, family and colleagues. His more pressing concerns are the fatal stabbing of an elderly woman, and a particularly persistent journalist.
Wolcott is now beginning to make sense of the local cross-racial infighting. But when blood is spilled in a shady nightclub, the aftermath reveals some surprises.
Wolcott's haze of alcohol and despondency clears, and an ugly pattern of crime of corruption comes into sharp focus. But it's a little too close to home.
