Billy Graves commands the NYPD’s Night Watch, the detectives who deal with all felonies during the nocturnal hours in Manhattan. It’s dark, seedy work. Graves’s glory days, however, were in the 1990s, when he was part of the "self-christened Wild Geese". This bunch of young cops rode the East Bronx, chasing down all manner of criminals in the name of justice. The Wild Geese still meet up every month to drink and share their regret over the felons – or ‘whites’ – that got off scot-free. When an old white, Jeffrey Bannion, turns up dead in Penn Station, Graves uncovers some less than appetising truths about justice and corruption, the latter not only found in a criminal underworld. The plot starts strong and lapses into something prosaic, but Price makes up for it by creating a beautifully weary detective in Graves, writing blade-sharp dialogue, and capturing the sinister and scummy landscape of New York after hours.