When I looked up, I saw him. Burnt orange, bright against the summer woods. He stood grandly on all fours, the King.' Charlie has stopped sleeping. His neighbour's cat has been dismembered. And worse, he's being haunted by an urban fox. In a haze of neon-soaked insomnia, lines blur between reality and fantasy. What are they up to? Whatever it is, it's big. The mystery twists its way towards a dead rabbit, a city in flames and a Kendal mint cake fuelled murderous showdown.