The Reverend Charles Hepworth, good Samaritan, friend of the downtrodden, almost a saint to those who know him.

Up until the day he walks into the police station, straight up to Detective Chief Inspector Isaac Cook’s desk in Homicide. ‘I killed the man,’ he says, as he places a blood-soaked knife on the desk.

The dead man, Andreas Maybury, was not a man to mourn, but why would a self-professed pacifist commit such a heinous crime. The reasons aren’t clear, and then Hepworth’s killed in a prison cell, and everyone’s ducking for cover.