Kevin Norris is a psychopathic killer, but a killer with a difference. He specialises in killing losers. Not just ordinary, everyday, run-of-the-mill losers, he’s quite specific about that. All his victims are Sports losers. Whatever their chosen game if they play and lose; he kills them, pure and simple. But he’s also particular about their death. It must be slow; painful; appropriate. Whatever they play is how they die. Age and sex play no part in his choice either. They lose. They die.

An Essex DCI honed on the tough streets of Sheffield and London is assigned to the case but with a total lack of forensic evidence the only clue seems to be a calling card left at each murder with a strange epithet on it. Could this be a hint to the killers’ identity or just a red herring?

As the body count rises and the murders become more sadistic it’s a race against time to stop the killer before the inspector is replaced. But just as that seems likely the story takes an ominous twist leaving him now facing his own personal dilemma, one with deadly consequences if he fails. This gripping story proves that, in life as in sport, winning really does matter.