Glaucoma-stricken Eric Ward, an ex-policeman turned solicitor, was an appealing hero in A Certain Blindness (1981)--but he isn't very appealing here. Living with rich young Anne Morcombe and recuperating from surgery (which may or may not help), Ward insists on taking a legal-work job for patently crooked Philip Scarne--who wants to set up ""entertainment"" centers in the north of England. So, after a near-serious accident and some threatening anonymous phone calls, Ward faces an uninteresting dilemma: are the threats connected to his policeman past. . . or to his involvement with the Scarne/mob tangles? For a while, he pursues the former possibility, enlisting help in tracking down old enemies from ex-jockey Jackie Patton and ill-starred ex-cop Dick Kenton. But Ward is way off base, his judgment impaired by self-pity and self-importance: he falls into an obvious trap, spending some rough hours before Anne comes to the rescue and the villain is nabbed. Dreary people, dull plot.