The law student: He was young and had his dreams. He'd qualified third in his class at Harvard, now offers poured in from every law firm in America. The firm: They were small, but well-respected. They were prepared to match, and then exceed Mitch's wildest dreams - eighty thousand a year, a BMW and a low interest mortgage. Soon the house, the car and the job are his. Then the nightmares begin: the secret files, the bugs in the new bedroom, the mysterious deaths of colleagues, and the millions of dollar of mob money pouring through the office into the Cayman Islands, dollars that the FBI will do anything to trace. Now Mitch stands alone in the place where dreams end and nightmares begin ...