Following the notorious `Middle Street Massacre’ of 1951, when the majority of Brighton’s criminals wiped one another out in a vicious battle as the neighborhood police force enjoyed a brief prevent en route for an ice cream, Inspector Steine rather loves life as a policeman. No crooks, no crime, no tension. He just wishes Sergeant Brunswick would end insisting that not every criminal was destroyed that fateful day time. So it’s actually rather annoying when an ambitious – not to mention irritating – new Constable turns up to function and starts looking into some burglaries. And it’s really even more annoying when, after Constable Twitten can be despatched to the theatre for the night, he sits following to a vicious theatre critic who’s promptly shot deceased in the middle of the opening nights a new play. It seems Brighton could be in need of a police after all…