Costa del Sol, Spain: He wakes up screaming, a bullet in his head and his body buried in a shallow grave. He has no memory of life before this moment, just a single clue to the past: crumpled in his pocket is a ticket to a bullfight, a phone number on the back. Maybe it will unlock the answers he needs. Or maybe it will be a brutal reminder that some lives are better left forgotten. Because as his luck would have it, the ticket leads to British drug runners and their gangster bosses who don t take kindly to dead men walking around. Now they re hot on his trail, threatening the family and friends he barely remembers yet will kill to protect. If it s a fight they want, it s a fight they ll get. And this time when they murder the matador, they d better make sure he stays dead "