Carve another notch in her belt: Stryke's just murdered a prominent UK prince whose beliefs concerning illicit drugs conflict with her employer's. The cops and the feds might be hitting dead-ends left, right and center, but Razor's never cared much for doing things by the book. She's tracked down someone willing to spill the beans with some appropriate persuasions, and now she has a name: Antonio Santaro. Razor's not the only one having trouble sleeping though. Stryke is finding her own dreams consumed with the image of Roman Von Drake, her ex-employer. Only problem is Von Drake's deader than disco...isn't he...?