Kevin Norris is a psychopathic killer, but a killer with a difference. He kills losers. Not just ordinary, everyday, run-of-the-mill losers, he’s quite specific about that. All his victims are Sports losers. Whatever their chosen game, if they play and lose; he kills them, pure and simple.
But Kevin is also particular about how they die. It must be slow. Painful. Appropriate. Whatever they play is how they die. Age and sex play no part in his choices either. They lose: They die. End of story.
An Essex police detective honed on tough streets of Sheffield and London is assigned to the case. But with a total lack of forensic evidence the only clue seems to be a calling card left at each murder with a strange epithet typed on it. Could this be a hint to the killers identity or is it a red herring?
As the body count rises and the murders become more sadistic it’s a race against time to stop the killer before he is replaced. But just as that seems likely, events take an ominous twist leaving him facing his own personal dilemma; one with deadly consequences if he fails proving that, in life as in sport, winning really is everything.
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