When his order were to kill, Rennie killed. No hesitation, no qualms, no questions. From childhood he'd dealt in certainties: right was right and wrong was wrong. When his Intelligence superiors ordered him to lie, to pervert, to execute, he did it, knowing it was demanded by his country. He was a man who slept soundly at nights. He had no premonition that his own actions were about to shatter his own absolute beliefs. That Rennie, the hunter-killer, would become the hunted, struggling to escape the merciless traps of his own professional past.