Early one autumn morning ex-DEA undercover agent Kent Baker is shot and wounded in a drive-by shooting, along with an elderly man who dies and a thirteen-year-old girl who is left paralyzed. The police find little motivation for the attacks other than they appear to be the random work of a psychopath. Kent is not so sure and begins investigating on his own stark terms. Baker is on a mutually-agreed-to leave of absence from the agency. His bosses considered him a loose cannon, much too quick to get physical or draw down on perpetrators, while he thinks the head honchos have had their brains addled from sitting too long in a climate controlled environment. His immediate superior once told him he was acting as judge and jury in these encounters and asked him if he had a conscience. Baker replied that he would rather be conscious than have a conscience. â€‹ Yes, Baker has a short, smoldering fuse, most especially as it pertains to decent, innocent folks getting maimed or killed, and takes his one-man investigation into the drive-by shootings seriously, with a reckless abandon. While doing so he must contend with a homicidal drug pusher out of his DEA past, along with some other random folks who carry strongly held cravings to kill. And then there is also his mindâ€™s eye that replays, every day, the enraging vision of the paralyzed teenager, a lonely young lady who has no friends. Bottom line is, with Kent Baker, revenge can be a flexible concept.