"They had so much on Sharman that he couldn't move without their say-so. Stuff he'd done for himself, and things he'd done for them, too. His name was ruined on both sides of the fence. So they came up with one more job, the big one. When he found out they'd snared him in a honey trap, he was ready to kill. . ."

This collection of short Sharman stories is accompanied by a novella about another South London anti-hero, Filth, of the title.