Some do it for money. Some do it for fun: they're the ones you really don't want to meet. The all powerful state. The individual out of control. Love is at the mercy of strangers. A kidnapping, an arms policy. No relationship is untangled, no loyalty is without conflict, no act beyond imagining. Visccral, taut, compelling, 'Frail Flesh' holds up a mirror to the extremes of human behaviour.

A young girl is kidnapped, her family is warned not to contact the police. Do they want money or to influence her industrialist uncle? Enter Dobey, ex-para with a past who sets out on a trail of bank-robbing, detection and rescue as thngs get more sinister, more ugly. Is this crime or relapolitik? Is Dobey big enough for the job; does he care? And are the kidnappers big enough to stop him? Frail Flesh holds a mirror to the extremes of human nature, in particular those - political and personal - of which we became aware in the nineties. A growing sense of moral decay pervades this dark narrative, which culminates in an apocalyptic shoot-out. Will the girl be saved from the whirl of treachery around her? Rob Watson has written a literary thriller of enormous tension.He wades through double-crossing and amorality as though he has written thrillers all his career to produce an atmospheric novel in the style of 'Reservoir Dogs'.