"You don't go to Garnethill for the amenities. You only go to this grimmest of Glasgow's hilltop neighborhoods if it happens to be your address. At that, it helps if you're blitzed. Especially if you've spent a long day at a dead-end job and just learned that your live-in boyfriend, a therapist short on scruples, has been married for twelve years. Fuzzy-headed - the wine was red and cheap - you tumble into bed. Count yourself lucky, if you don't wake up to discover your arse of a lover in the middle of the living room, tied to one of your blue kitchen chairs with his throat slit clean through to the vertebrae. Maureen O'Donnell isn't lucky." "Emotionally battered but no victim, the survivor of a nightmarish childhood and, just months ago, a mental breakdown, Maureen now finds herself the prime suspect in a grisly murder case."--BOOK JACKET.

Originally published: London : Bantam, 1998.