The city of Salford is transfixed by the prospect of a huge Festival, of arts, music, dance and poetry. The residents are coming together to celebrate the life of Frances Hodgson Burnett, who wrote the superb children's story, 'The Secret Garden'. So who needs a Secret Agent? Melia finds herself called in when things start getting ugly. In particular, her cousin Liv has been threatened. Someone is trying to kill the poor girl. Could it be something to do with her ex-husband, now languishing in a Polish prison? Or is it more to do with the Albanians, criminals with a savage line in reprisals? Strangely, the threats and violence only serve to do what the Festival was intended to do in the first place — bring people together. Only in this case, it's more about huddling together for survival, rather than joining in for sunshine and celebration. Someone should have warned those Albanians — if Melia is on the case, then there's only one way this problem is going to end. Her way.
