This tale began as a simple idea in which a drone would be used to gain dominance in a drugs turf war. The main action takes place over a two day period in May 2014.

Much of what occurs takes place in Bridge of Weir, a real town located to the west of Glasgow, a very respectable and well-heeled enclave.

Shawlands, Govanhill, Strathbungo, Newlands, Glasgow’s West End and Milngavie all get a passing mention.

The Camorra (Naples) and a Serbian drugs cartel (based in Trieste) are the main protagonists.

The anti-hero is a tiny woman who strives to overcome her many problems, hoping to be repatriated to her previous life in Italy. This woman is forced to live a very lonely life in the shadows.

Eventually, she strikes using her drones to try to solve her problems and gain status in her Camorra family.

The person trying to solve the resulting mayhem is a driven policewoman striving to force her way into the higher echelons of Police Scotland

This tale is rather graphic and gory in places and may not suit all tastes.

May I suggest you give it a go for a few chapters and, hopefully, you might be hooked.

By my ready reckoning, this story has taken around a thousand hours to complete. With 140,000 words, it MUST contain errors for which I ask your indulgence. If you come across a glitch, use your best judgement regarding what I intended and proceed. Thanks.