The story of a nice enough chap, mid-30s, sensitive. A small shop, a loving family and the obligatory laminate-floored flat in Putney. Or is it? It could be that Conman is the story of a dark-hearted, devilish confidence trickster. A man who, despite his tweeds, pocket-watches and tendency to say indeedy-dumplings', isn't a nice chap. Somewhere in the shadows, where High Fidelity meets The Usual Suspects, where David Mamet meets Ben Elton, Richard Asplin's Conman will have readers laughing and guessing to the last page.'