No good deed goes unpunished for men like Jack Stone. His best friend lies bleeding slowly to death when a bad situation goes to worse. A favour's being cashed in. He can't say no. Not that he ever would. He owes Micky Brannon big time. Once upon a time they'd been the Three Musketeers, Micky, Chris Drury and Jack Stone. Then Chris had come back to Brize Norton in a box and Micky had lost his legs thanks to an IED.
Shrinks called it Survivor's Guilt, Jack called it being a mate.
Micky's baby sister, Carly, is in trouble. Jack's promised to find her and bring her home safe. She's not the innocent young kid he remembers--but then he hasn't seen her since she was six and called him Uncle Jack. His search leads Jack into a seedy underworld of sex clubs, violent crime, and desperate people. The locals call it Paradise, the girls trapped there call it Hell. Jack calls it home.
Another reviewer likened Northern Grit to Get Carter, and I have to agree; this is dark, grimy goings on in the underbelly of the city, with ruthless criminals and desperate heroes, both of whom do what is necessary.
The taut, pacy prose is sharper for the threat of violence that pervades every chapter - the actual physical count being less than you feel has occurred - and Jack's gamble on his enemies' actions and indifference to his own survival lead to a classic climax.–Amazon Reviewer