I came to this book from reading Russell Findlay's, Acid Attack, so was fairly sceptical of the author's account here. In terms of a window into the mind of a Scottish criminal, this book serves a good purpose but as historical fact it seems somewhere between bias and fabrication. No doubt the claims of violence perpetrated and underhanded police tactics are true; that's the world Mr Ferris lived in. But his pleas of conspiracy and fit ups seem to be weak cries of the guilty to make you think that they are otherwise. The language is ok, easy to read but does stray into self-important cliche at times. One thing that does really jump out the page is the treachery of thieves and how paranoid a life you'd have to live to survive. I believe the brutality of the book but the ethics, the code of honour, the romance, I don't believe for a second.