>It's what you do, it's what you see, I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me< James Keziah Delaney wears his past like a noose around his neck. Starting in Africa, his unfinished business in London leads him back home to conquer it. To all that knew him before, they say he looks the same. But he is not. >My wicked tongue, Where will it be? I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me<