'A game was in progress: he could see the cards flash down. Ace, King, Queen, Knave. And Hearts were Trumps. He couldn't see their faces. The faces of the players, around the table, that is. But he was used to that...' It is1929. In the years since the Armistice, blind war veteran Frederick Rowlands - now running a small holding in Kent - has done his best to establish a secure existence for himself and his young family. His days of taking risks are over - or so he very much hopes. But then his old friend Chief Inspector Douglas asks for his help in tracking down the killer of a beautiful dancer, and suddenly Fred's quiet, orderly world is under threat. Plunged back into the whirl of London life, he must explore milieu as yet unknown to him, as well as confronting figures from his own past. As the weeks go by and the crime remains unsolved, he finds himself caught up in a murderous game of chance, in which nothing is what it seems, and in which everything - friendships, family loyalties, even his own life - is at stake.