Growing up poor and within a troubled family, Marcy Harris takes a job at a hospital cafeteria, and the monotony is killing her.

Then, on Christmas Day, she meets Syd McComb, a jet-cool punk rocker recently returned from a ten-year stay in Mexico, and Syd looks like all the trouble she's been dying to get into.

Together they are as explosive as dynamite, and once the fuse is lit, they vent their frustrations with style, taking vengeance where it's due and staying one step ahead of the disgraced cop who's seething to catch them.

And they don't feel guilty, doing what they do, because bad people should die—that's just unconscious knowledge.