‘Tense, well-written and wickedly accurate on modern ad-world and Sixties foibles’ - The Times

Swinging London, 1968.

Record producer Barry Kershaw is at the top of his game.

Rich, successful and deeply, deeply unpleasant, he is fawned over – but despised.

And then, one night, he falls from a Maida Vale balcony to his death.

Jenni Hilton – beautiful, intelligent and a successful actress, vanishes from the London scene soon afterwards.

Did she know something about Barry Kershaw's death?

Around twenty years later, writer and freelance journalist Augustus Maltravers starts to wrestle with these questions.

Was Kershaw's death an accident? Did he jump? Or was he pushed?

As Maltravers begins to delve into the past, another character who saw Kershaw on the night of his death, dies suddenly.

Is this an unfortunate coincidence or is there a more sinister force at work?

As he uncovers more of the story, Maltravers finds himself face to face with some of the brightest stars of the 1960s, their histories and their shared secrets.

Although time has passed, some legacies of those years remain.

Particularly for one person. The only person who ever loved Barry Kershaw. Who is still out there, waiting, and ready to wreak vengeance…