November 1978. The winter of discontent. Britain is on strike. The dead lie unburied, rubbish piles in the streets - and somewhere in West London a black woman dies in a rain-soaked gutter. She was known as 'Mad Annie' and was despised by her neighbours.
Her passing would have gone unmourned and unnoticed but for the young woman who finds her Annie was murdered.
But whatever the truth about Annie - something passed between her and Mrs Ranelagh in the moment of death which binds this one woman to her cause for the next twenty years.
Why is Mrs Ranelagh so convinced it was murder and why does the subject make her husband so angry that he refuses to talk about what happened that night? And why would any woman spend twenty painstaking years uncovering the truth - unless her reasons are personal ...?
Her passing would have gone unmourned and unnoticed but for the young woman who finds her Annie was murdered.
But whatever the truth about Annie - something passed between her and Mrs Ranelagh in the moment of death which binds this one woman to her cause for the next twenty years.
Why is Mrs Ranelagh so convinced it was murder and why does the subject make her husband so angry that he refuses to talk about what happened that night? And why would any woman spend twenty painstaking years uncovering the truth - unless her reasons are personal ...?