The moral mist in which Cassie loses her soul is poetically echoed by the mire in which the forces she seeks to destroy, destroys her.
After driving her boss to suicide with allergations of sexual harassment, Cassy quits her job and embarks on a life of crime. She is the classic femme fatale, the Lucrezia Borgia of modern times, going from place to place, lying, cheating, lurking in the shadows for fear of being seen and travelling incognito in case she is recognised. The only person she can trust pays for it with her life, and she can never forgive herself since she is the one who killed her.
Filled with conceit, deceit and deception, the tale offers an insight into a disturbed mind; a world full of haunting images, forgotten dreams, flights of fancy, fear, accusations and recriminations. The style is exquisite of the drama that unfolds; fast-moving, with characters parading themselves like targets in a shooting gallery.
The story has to be read in its entirety to separate fact from fiction and reality from dreams. Crafted images linger on after the detail has faded. The final chapter dissolves in a maelstrom of soul-searching and disbelief.