'Get back to wherever you came from,' a skinny woman spat from the crowd. 'These foreigners are gettin' everythin' handed to them on a plate. But if you're born and bred in Glasgow you just get in the queue behind them.' Steeped in its own problems, Glasgow's mushrooming underclass is simmering with resentment; and one by one, refugees are disappearing. The authorities assume the refugees have vanished into the black economy, until the mutilated body of an Albanian man is fished out of the River Clyde. Asylum seekers and refugees with no roots and no families are easy pickings. But why is there no urgency from the authorities to find out what's happening? Rosie Gilmour's instincts tell her there's more to this story, but after six weeks on the frontlines in Kosovo, is her sympathy for the refugees clouding her judgement? Rosie must decide what is most important to her. Her work, or her life?