Undercover detective Denny Pryor works within the toughest inner city criminal organizations imaginable. It is not ever totally clear why he chooses to put his life in harms way as often as he does. He is an excellent cop by all measures. It is not totally clear what motivates him to be excellent. He is as warm as he can be cold-blooded, honest as he can be treacherous, open as he can shut himself down. A person can love and hate him at the same time. They can love him as the human being he appears to be and hate him for the way he operates. He is a chameleon in the inner city environment, blending in with who and what is popular while he plots and accomplishes their demise. He is never less than deep cover, undercover, for as long as it takes to perform his task. He goes by the book, which he constantly revises. He knows no retreat, and he is never haunted by the demons of error that plague those who watch the innocent die on their account to remain undercover. He is totally the right cop to be partnered with in the face of danger. Then suddenly, in the twinkling of an eye, one terrible event changes his life as the right cop, and it is not totally clear why.