A wannabe killer on the loose, hunting. Always hunting, taking what he shouldn't: lives; aiming to hurt the woman who put him away for over twenty five years, who tore his life apart. That women put him in a place worse than hell, where men treated you as if you were a piece of meat they could use for their sexual satisfaction simply because there weren't any women around. A place where a trip to the showers was like a trip into the boxing ring; if you weren't liked you always came out with a battered face. Did the guards do anything? No of course they didn't. But he had bade his time, been a good boy, and now he was out. And he had found her, oh yes he had. She didn't think she would see him again, probably forgotten about him. But she wouldn't be able to forget him, not after what he was about to do to her, to her officers. Let's see how long it takes her to realise, oh yes, let's wait. Inspector Gold was a smart one though, it shouldn't take her long to connect the dots.