It's the mid 1980's, the property boom, everyone has spare cash, the latest gadgets and great prospects...except Daisy Devlin. At just nineteen she has baggage, alopecia and OCD. Married, on benefits, struggling to pay the bills and living on the eighth floor of a high rise in Kent it's hard for Daisy to stay optimistic with the constant struggle to stay on top, prove to everyone that she can make it in the big wide world of capitalism. She has Darren and she has her friends, a group of youngsters who get high, party and relish the gossip of Linmear Court. Surely life can only get better - until one morning when everything changes with a bang, sounding like a heavy mattress hitting the floor, the beginning of a body count that puts suspicion on everyone Daisy thought she could trust. Is Sal the clairvoyant she claims to be and does she hold the key to who is bumping off the residents of Durrant House? Seen through the eyes of a young naive Daisy, this story will take you back to a time when Margaret Thatcher was calling the shots, when Whitney Houston just wanted to dance and when a storm was brewing on the horizon. Will Daisy survive or will she be another statistic of the tragedies happening in a rough, rundown urban corner of Kent? It can get lonely at the top of a high rise. As much as Daisy might try, there's no wiping away the heartache and fear with a cloth and a bottle of bleach...