It is three in the morning when Bobby Western zips the jacket of his wetsuit and plunges from the boat deck into darkness. His divelight illuminates a sunken jet, nine bodies still buckled in their seats. Missing from the crash site are the plane's black box, and the tenth passenger.

But how? A collateral witness to machinations that can only bring him harm, Western is shadowed in body and spirit by men with badges; by the ghost of his father, inventor of the atom bomb; and by his sister, the love and ruin of his soul. 

'A gorgeous ruin in the shape of a hardboiled noir thriller . . .What a glorious sunset song.' The Guardian