96 pages; soft cover; partial color

John Dough isn't real. He doesn't matter. He's just the background in other people's lives. He's just FILLER. John survives the gritty city on the margins, filling out police line-ups and selling his plasma for a living. Until Debra Cross (a hooker with a black eye and a sad story) struts into his life. Before he knows it John is off, brass knuckled fist gleaming, into a tangled, twisted web of ass-kicking limb-chopping triple-crossing murder.