After his adventure in Boston, Jim Grant’s days as a Yorkshire constable are over. Now he’s hooked up with an off-the-record job in Los Angeles. The job? Help Senator Dick Richards get his daughter out of the porn business—quietly.
But quietly is not how Jim Grant does things. Before long, Grant finds himself on live television, busting a robbery, wearing his trademark orange windcheater and spreading his arms wide to show he’s not armed — the same pose he used in Boston that earned him the nickname Resurrection Man. The spotlight may be good for Grant’s ego, but it’s bad for his health. The Dominguez drug cartel is searching for him, and his investigation of Richards’s daughter has uncovered a ring of dirty cops who want him dead.
