Alan Lacey's a disposal man ""in the business of mortality"" at $10,000 a head--liquidating here and there for the Arabs while he sells hospital supplies for a British firm, returning home with blood on the no longer sweet candy bars he's bringing to his children. They're hard to face down--so is the pretty young woman Isabella met on a plane who's his next target or his last job. Arrighi doesn't spend or take much time--this is decorative entertainment, as fast and shiny as a Ferrari.