Horatio Goodman appears beset by large decisions that make themselves around him whilst he ties his shoe laces. He has made the unlikely swap from store detective to private detective following a night on the couch. He did not realise just how much of his time would be spent sat in his car, waiting for unfaithful spouses to provide ammunition for the divorce courts.
His best friend, Lambert Windle, failing at most things, except attracting women, is a college lecturer in English Literature and has somehow been decamped in the spare room for two years now. Two years of nocturnal shuffling and bumping, of bouncing bed springs and another stranger at the breakfast table.
Horatio’s wife, Megan appears to take all in her stride, fixed she says by her therapist. Changes are coming for Horatio, Megan has warned him. He must first visit the therapist and then notes can be compared, decisions arrived upon.
But just who is Caleb Pink? This shrink with the life saving touch? Was he not the bass player in a 1970s glam rock band, isn’t he massively and hopelessly depressed?
Megan floats through a world in which the three men closest to her, husband; lodger and former therapist look to her for reason and warmth. Two of them would probably like to share her bed; one of them just wants to connect with her again.
This is the story of what happens when broken people try to make some of the pieces fit together.