Vincent Majestyk had had enough - enough fighting, enough war, enough death. He knew too well the feel of the recoil, the smell of gunpowder, the sight of a human target falling. So when he took off his uniform and became a civilian, he swore that he would never kill again. Majestyk was content with himself and the world, and no one knew about his past. He looked like an easy mark. That's why the Mob thought they could tell him who to hire, why a bullying cop thought he could be pushed around, and why a beautiful woman told him to run. No one realised that even a peace loving man had his limits. Mr Majestyk had been pushed to his - and the killer within him awoke, prepared to go to war again.

Emma Widnes might have died at any moment, or she could have lived for years. Her husband, Norman, was certainly the kindest nurse his incurable wife could wish for. But then Norman was so pleasant to everyone - a blameless shopkeeper in a quiet town. The murdered body of Emma Widnes shocked the most experienced of CID detectives, and soon Bidbury reverberated with whispers and conjecture. And the skeletons could be heard, rattling in the most unlikely cupboards.

The antiques game is nothing but trouble - beautiful, lovely trouble. And in his latest escapade, Lovejoy is in trouble up to his ears. It begins when he witnesses the murder of a fellow dealer who had recently purchased some unimportant items belonging to a local doctor recently deceased. But why were the big boys so keen to acquire these that they were prepared to kill him - and then send thugs to dispose of Lovejoy as well?