Killing for Christmas

Late December in Northern England. A man, warped to his soul, waits to kill in the hope of erasing a lifetime of evil. A porn entrepreneur plans to flee with his mistress and embezzled millions. An Asian youth is at war with his conscience, torn between his love for a one time whore and his duty to honour a family arranged betrothal. A lonely policeman, pining for his wayward wife, is inveigled in the web of a female executive, hungry for sex but also hungry for power. And David Bane, a convicted killer released from Jail, haunted by his butchered wife and mesmerized by a girl so like his wife she might be her twin but yet is twenty years younger; a girl who calls herself Midnight, who sells her flesh on the net and has no shortage of buyers, a girl who is watched, kept on a chain by an oversized pimp as mean as a mule and as strong as a mountain gorilla. All are linked. All are drawn in. All collide and explode in a super nova. This is “Killing For Christmas.”