One year after borrowing a healthy sum of money from the Eastern European mob, Tommy Gee and his girlfriend Vicki decide to spend a long weekend in London, looking for antiques, enjoying the sights, and catching up with Tommy's old school friend, Andy.

Saturday morning starts well, but the afternoon goes rapidly downhill. Vicki is kidnapped and Tommy is persuaded to undertake 'a little service' for a middle-eastern man, in return for Vicki's safety.

Things go from bad to worse, as often seems to be the case where Tommy Gee is concerned. An explosion that leaves behind almost 150 dead bodies is not Tommy's fault, but it looks that way. He is, after all, a magnet for chaos and the unpredictable.

Oddball, Saxon and Harry from the secret agency known as N2K are authorised to use any means to find the source of the explosion. Tommy, being a professional blaster, becomes the prime suspect – and now he's on the run, with only his friend Andy to turn to.

Meanwhile, Vicki finds herself locked in a disused workshop, guarded by a man-mountain with a limited vocabulary and an even more limited capacity to think. Vicki is a resourceful lady, but she feels powerless to improve her situation.

This book contains a little strong language, quite a lot of unnecessary violence, a sprinkling of gratuitous sex, a series of implausible situations, and a good dose of irreverent British humour. If you enjoy a gripping plot, thrilling action, and characters you can feel, then sit back and hold on tight. Tommy Gee has come to town.