Just round the corner I'd be in sight of the main entrance to the flats. And that's all I remember. That, and a tremendous pain, and a kind of flash. An urgent plea from Lady Marport to find her missing seventeen-year-old daughter plunges Ludovic Travers into Soho's dark underworld of blackmail, drugs and murder-a subterranean search that leads to discotheques, a pep-pill ring and a pornographic film company. Who was the mysterious...