Never before has DCI Woodend had to work under such terrible and terrifying pressure. He has just a few days, at the most, to find a flaw in the weighty evidence which led to Judith Maitland’s conviction as a stone-cold killer - a few days to produce the real murderer. But what if Judith really is guilty as charged? What if she did, in fact, brutally butcher her lover, Clive Burroughs, in his own office, as the facts seem to suggest? How can Woodend produce the evidence when there is none to find? As the hostage situation becomes tenser - the hostage-takers increasingly nervous; the army itching to intervene at whatever the cost - Woodend realizes that unless he can find an improbable rabbit to pull out of the hat, the only way the siege will end is in carnage!