Clear

"On a clear day you can see forever."

Over London streets and estates, Sean - whip hard, and John - razor sharp, on the up.

Hopkins, old and corrupt; and Melody, chasing all.

Rolex boys and government men, junkies, a madam, a madman, and an Angel.

Blood, gear and tears. A seedy speeding vortex.

How will it fall? Who'll get burnt?

Will anyone ever really get C L E A R?

London's underbelly - ripped apart in razor sharp distilled prose