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Overview

When the naked, mutilated body of a man is found in a Notting Hill graveyard and the police investigation led by Detective Chief Inspector Grant Foster and his colleague Detective Superintendent Heather Jenkins yields few results, a closer look at the corpse reveals that what looked at first glance like superficial knife wounds on the victim’s chest is actually a string of carved letters and numbers, an index number referring to a file in city archives containing birth and death certificates and marriage licenses. Family historian Nigel Barnes is put on the case. As one after another victim is found in various locations all over London, each with a different mutilation but the same index number carved into their skin, Barnes and the police work frantically to figure out how the corresponding files are connected. With no clues to be found in the present, Barnes must now search the archives of the past to solve the mystery behind a string of 100-year-old murders. Only then will it be possible to stop the present series of gruesome killings, but will they be able to do so before the killer ensnares his next victim? Barnes, Foster, and Jenkins enter a race against time – and before the end of the investigation, one of them will get much too close for comfort.

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Advance Praise for The Blood Detective:

“A fascinating and original investigation into the dark roots of our family trees.”— Val McDermid, author of The Grave Tattoo and The Torment of Others

“A new trick in an old game is always welcome, particularly when it's performed with panache, and there's panache a-plenty in this intriguing tale of a murder investigation that needs a genealogist's expertise to find the solution. Sharp plotting, elegant writing, engaging characters, a cracking climax - and the expertise is always interesting! A series is promised. Bring it on!”—Reginald Hill, author of Death Comes for the Fat Man and The Spy’s Wife

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In British journalist Waddell's solid fiction debut, a police procedural, Scotland Yard recruits genealogist Nigel Barnes to assist in solving a grisly series of murders in London. The victims vary in gender, age and means of death, but the corpses are all marked with "1A137." Barnes determines that the number refers to the death certificate of Albert Beck, an 1879 murder victim who was stabbed to death in a churchyard on the same date as one of the modern victims. Digging deeper, Barnes discovers that Beck was one of five victims attributed to the so-called Kensington Killer and that Eke Fairbairn was tried and executed for the crimes. Evidence suggests that Fairbairn was wrongfully convicted and that a distant descendant is taking revenge on the relatives of those involved in the 19th-century prosecution. Waddell's adept characterization and pacing make for an exciting start to a new series, though some readers may find the coincidence at the denouement too improbable. (June)

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The numbers carved into the mutilated body of a man found in a London graveyard lead Det. Chief Insp. Grant Foster to hire genealogist Nigel Barnes to do further research. It seems the numbers refer to a file in the city archives that contain birth and death certificates and marriage licenses. This series launch by a British journalist divides the investigative work between the West London Murder Command and Barnes, who knows how to ferret out information in the Family Records Center and the National Newspaper Library. This first novel introducing an unusual sleuth will warm the hearts of many reference librarians and all those who love a good hunt through library materials. For most collections where British mysteries are popular.


—Jo Ann Vicarel
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Brushing off archival dust, a genealogist helps nab a serial killer. Corpses with a mysterious mix of letters and numbers carved onto their naked chests are turning up with alarming frequency, baffling London's Metropolitan Police until Detective Sergeant Heather Jenkins has a brainstorm. Something about the look and alignment of the carvings suddenly makes her think of index references-an idea that reminds her of cards her mom filled out during her recent research into family history. Heather's boss, Detective Chief Inspector Grant Foster, is old school and proud of it. He takes a predictably dim view of genealogy: "Bloody stupid hobby." Stuck between a rock and a clueless place, however, he agrees to accompany Heather on a visit to family historian Nigel Barnes, who has his own reasons for being glad to see them. Professional and romantic disappointments have made him eager for a challenge. As the cops and the genealogist talk, they find themselves unexpectedly compatible, and Nigel ends up with his challenge and a part-time job. He digs into musty birth, marriage and death certificates, making connections and disinterring long-buried secrets and lies. Along the way he experiences anew the unsettling ways the past can serve as prologue and a series of century-old murders can become terrifyingly contemporary. A strong debut offering a fresh, intriguing spin on the police procedural. Agent: Araminta Whitley/LAW
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312378905
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 6/10/2008
  • Series: Nigel Barnes Series
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Dan Waddell is a journalist and author who lives in west London with his son. He writes about the media and popular culture, and has published ten non-fiction books, including the bestselling Who Do You Think You Are?, which tied in with a popular BBC TV series on genealogy. The Blood Detective is his first novel.

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Detective Chief Inspector Grant Foster, stiff from lack of sleep, dragged his tall, weary frame from his brand-new Toyota Corolla, feeling the familiar ache of being hauled from his bed in the middle of the night. Even though he had stopped smoking six months ago he felt a pang for nicotine. Arriving at a murder scene had been one of those occasions when he would habitually spark up; part of a ritual, a summoning of will. He cracked his knuckles and sniffed the cold air.

Dawn was approaching over London and the sound of traffic on the distant Westway was evolving to a constant drone as early workers joined late-night stragglers on the road. Despite the frosty tang in the air and the last blustery breaths of the fierce wind that had blown all night, a mild warmth hinted at the first signs of spring. In less than two hours the sun would be up and the late-March day would begin. But Foster was in no mood to be optimistic. When he sniffed the air, he noticed only one smell: trouble.

Detective Sergeant Heather Jenkins, her wild black hair tied back in a ponytail, fell in beside him as they crossed the road towards the church.

‘It’s a nasty one, sir.’ Her strong Lancastrian accent flattened the vowel of her final word.

Foster nodded. ‘Certainly sounds like it,’ he said, speaking for the first time. His deep, rich voice seemed to emanate from somewhere down around his boots. ‘Unlike the drunk the other night.’

Both of them had been woken when it was still dark the previous Sunday morning to attend what appeared to be the suicide of a tramp in Avondale Park. Foster, supposed to be having a weekend off, though no one had seen fit to inform those on duty, had left it to Heather, gone back to bed and tried to get some more sleep. Unsuccessfully. Four days later, he still resented the intrusion.

Heather made a noise down her nose to indicate her disbelief that Foster was still angry, not quite a snort, more a sort of reverse sniff.

‘You can’t let that go, can you, sir?’ she said.

‘Our workload is bad enough without having to poke around the cider-drenched corpse of some loser,’ he muttered without looking at her.

‘You don’t reckon that tramp is entitled to the same consideration we lavish on other people’s deaths? We don’t even know his identity: don’t you think we owe it to him to find out who he is and whether he had a family?’

‘No,’ he said emphatically. ‘But have you checked with the Missing Persons Bureau?’

She nodded. ‘Nothing that seems to fit so far.’

‘Probably yet another loser no one gave a stuff about. One less piss-stained wino for the lads on the beat to sling in the drunk tank.’

From the corner of his eye he saw her shake her head slowly.

They had reached the churchyard. Cresting the hill of Ladbroke Grove, overlooked by a crescent of handsome early-Victorian mansions, it made a curious scene. It certainly beat the council estates, pub car parks and patches of barren land where London’s murder victims were usually found. Yet he felt uneasy because, during more than twenty years on the force, he couldn’t remember another body being found on religious ground. As if that was a step too far, even for the most psychotic. He made a mental note to revisit this thought.

Detective Inspector Andy Drinkwater, hair neatly cut, lantern-jawed with chiselled features, was waiting for them at the cordon that had been put around the entire perimeter and was being guarded by a few uniformed officers. Foster often teased Drinkwater about looking like an ageing refugee from some long-forgotten boy band: he was an obsessive gym-rat, a teetotaler and, given his clear complexion, Foster suspected, with a shudder, he might even moisturize. This morning in his knee-length woollen overcoat and gloves, he looked every inch the detective.

‘Sir,’ he said, nodding at Foster. ‘Heather.’

She smiled at him apprehensively.

‘Morning, Andy. What we got?’ Foster asked.

Over Drinkwater’s shoulder, to the left of the church, he could see forensics settling in for the long haul. A white tent had been erected over the crime scene, tape bound around the perimeter of the churchyard, while an arc light illuminated the area.

Drinkwater sucked in air between his teeth. ‘Not very nice, sir,’ he said. ‘Forensics are here. Carlisle too: he’s having a look at the body.’

Foster’s eyes narrowed. Pathologists rarely beat him to the scene.

‘He lives nearby,’ Drinkwater explained.

The three of them passed through the gate and made their way towards the tent.

‘Victim’s a male in his early thirties,’ Drinkwater said, both he and Heather scurrying to keep up with their superior’s giant strides. ‘Looks like he hadn’t been here long when two youths found him. They raised the alarm at Notting Hill, down the road, shortly before three a.m.’

‘You’ve spoken to the kids?’ Foster asked, still walking.

‘Both of them were pretty stoned. But yes, I’ve had a brief chat.’

‘How old?’

‘One fifteen, the other just turned sixteen.’

Foster shook his head; what sort of parents let their kids out in the small hours of the morning? Probably the type of dad his force arrested by the score on a daily basis, and the sort of feckless mother whose maternal instincts had been doused by years of booze and drugs. Some people aren’t fit to raise hamsters, he thought.

‘They’re not suspects in my opinion,’ Drinkwater added, anticipating Foster’s next question. ‘But they’re at the station if you want to speak with them. We’ve notified the parents. Both kids are pretty freaked out.’ He paused. ‘You’ll see why. About the only thing they did say that might be interesting is that a drunk woman, a derelict, often used the part of the churchyard where the body was found.’

‘Used it as what?’

‘A place to doss down. They referred to her as Cider-woman. Mad as toast, apparently. But they haven’t seen her for a couple of nights.’

Foster nodded slowly. ‘We need to find her.’

‘So there are some tramps you’re interested in finding,’ Heather interjected.

He turned and looked down at her. At over six feet, he was several inches taller than her. She was bright and spiky and he liked the way she maintained a dark sense of humour at even the grimmest of scenes. It was a vital attribute for a murder detective.

The three of them stopped. They had reached the entrance to the tent. A gust of cold wind tugged at its moorings, making the corners flap.

‘I always feel like I’m about to enter a freak show outside these things,’ Foster muttered as he climbed into the white suit. Given his height, few of them ever fitted. This one wasn’t too bad, though; nothing ripped when he put it on. ‘Come on, then. Let’s do this,’ Foster said, stretching his arms to see how much movement he had. The younger detectives followed him in.

Inside, the smell of damp earth was strong, almost heady. Foster had to stoop forwards slightly, to prevent his head brushing the roof of the tent. He looked down at the corpse. His view of it was blocked by a crouching figure. All he could see was a grey trouser leg that had ridden up to reveal a gulch of pale flesh between it and the sock. The crouching man was Carlisle, the duty pathologist. He was checking the victim’s pockets.

‘Robbing yet another corpse, Edward?’ Foster said.

The man, dressed head to foot in white, did not even look up. ‘You would, too, on my salary,’ he replied. Then he turned and grinned at Foster, but his eyes gave away the desperation of the scene. He stood up, revealing the corpse to Foster for the first time.

‘Jesus Fucking Christ.’

‘Yes, nasty business,’ Edward Carlisle said in his plummy, public-school voice.

The victim was on his back. Mouth agape, thousand-yard stare; so much was common to most corpses Foster had seen. But what truly shocked him were the hands — or, rather, the lack of them. At the end of both arms were livid, fleshy stumps, jagged bone protruding.

‘Very little blood at the scene,’ Carlisle said.

‘So he wasn’t killed here?’

‘No, I would say not. The body’s temperature has dropped about twelve degrees, which at one and a half degrees per hour indicates he was killed around nine p.m. last night.’

‘When was he found?’ Foster said, his question addressed to Andy.

‘Just after two forty-five a.m.’

‘How about the hands, Edward? Severed post-mortem?’

Carlisle wrinkled his nose. ‘Difficult to say. You’ll have to wait for the autopsy.’

‘Cause of death?’

‘A single stab wound to the heart seems to have done the trick. The chest is also covered with several superficial cuts, some quite deep.’

‘Why keep the hands?’ Foster asked.

‘Trophies,’ Drinkwater said confidently.

It was a reasonable theory, Foster thought. His initial impression had been the same. But somehow it didn’t ring true.

Heather, previously silent, piped up. ‘There could have been a struggle, sir,’ she said. ‘The vic could have got fibre or skin under his nails. Perhaps the killer thought if they severed the hands they’d reduce their chances of being nicked.’

Another sound theory.

‘Do we have an identity?’ Foster asked out loud.

‘James Darbyshire, according to his cards and driving licence,’ Drinkwater said, reading from his notebook. ‘There was a mobile, too; forensics have bagged it.’

‘Good,’ Foster murmured. Mobile phones were godsends to a murder investigation. ‘I’ll see you in a few hours, if that’s OK, Edward.’

Carlisle nodded, eyebrows raised to indicate his concern at the tight schedule Foster was suggesting in his usual matter-of-fact manner. But he knew the DCI liked to have a look at the corpse before it was sliced and diced.

The three of them left Carlisle to his work and went back outside. Dawn was breaking. Once it was fully light, a fingertip team would search the entire churchyard. All three drew a deep breath, Foster more discreetly than the others, delighted to be out in the open air, away from the body. It was after some time with their thoughts that Foster ended the silence.

‘I take it we’ve had a scout around for the missing hands?’ he asked Drinkwater, who nodded.

‘No sign,’ he said.

‘Well, make sure we get a team checking all the gardens and nooks and crannies around here. Perhaps they’ve been dumped elsewhere. Let’s get a dog team out here too, see if Fido can dig them up. And when it gets light, get some people knocking on doors in all these houses overlooking the churchyard. Someone might have seen something.

‘Where were the kids smoking?’ he asked, looking around the small churchyard.

‘Across the other side. I’ll show you.’

They walked around the back of the churchyard. Drinkwater pointed to a set of stone steps leading down towards a door.

‘Down there, by the entrance to the undercroft.’

Foster looked at it for a few seconds. ‘So they wouldn’t have seen the body being dumped from here?’ he asked rhetorically. ‘Did they hear anything?’

Drinkwater shook his head. ‘Too windy. That’s how they found the body. They were after a bit more shelter to skin up, so they went round the other side out of the wind.’

Foster nodded slowly. He was pretty certain they hadn’t done it. Most teenagers may be lawless, disrespectful scroats, he thought, but they rarely butcher and mutilate grown men and then walk coolly into a police station to report the crime.

‘Just what is an undercroft anyway?’

‘A crypt. At least, I think it is,’ Drinkwater replied.

‘Not any more,’ Heather said. ‘My mate used to come here for antenatal yoga classes; then a baby massage course after the baby was born.’

Foster turned and looked at her. Ordinarily he would have used this as an excuse to wind her up, but the scene had left him too enervated.

© 2007 by Dan Waddell.

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  • Posted March 28, 2011

    1st in genealogist mystery series is gritty and compelling

    The Blood Detective by Dan Waddell is the first book in a new mystery series starring London genealogist Nigel Barnes. Barnes has recently returned to his work as a family history researcher after an unsuccessful attempt to become a university professor. He's frustrated at the lack of work within the occupation until hired by police detective Grant Foster and his partner Heather Jenkins to discover the meaning behind a code carved into the body of a murdered body found in a churchyard. The code refers to a record at the Family Records Centre which Barnes discovers traces back to a murderer known as the Kensington Killer who stabbed five men to death in 1879. As Foster, Jenkins, and Barnes investigate the 1879 case, they quickly discover that the current victims are tied to that century old case. Who would have thought that Waddell could take the dusty hobby of genealogy and turned it into an exciting and completely thrilling murder mystery. He uses the past to good effect as each person associated with the case has a secret in their own history. The writing is gritty, believable, and thoroughly compelling. Waddell gets extra points from me for laying out the clues for readers so I knew the motive and murderer before the main characters. I will definitely be following up on this series.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    strong police procedural

    Scotland Yard hires genealogist Nigel Barnes as a consultant to their investigation into ghastly serial killings haunting London. The only link between the victims besides a gruesome death is each corpse is marked with '1A137'. --- Barnes follows up on the death number and soon realizes it is the number on the death certificate filed in 1879 for murder victim Albert Beck, who was stabbed to death in a churchyard. As he widens his historical search, he learns that Beck was one of the five victims allegedly murdered by the Kensington Killer Eke Fairbairn was arrested as such, tried and executed. Further evidence seems to imply Eke was innocent and an apparent descendant is avenging his undeserved execution by executing relatives of the prosecution. --- Although the climax seems implausible, readers will relish this strong police procedural with a fascinating lead character, who uses genealogy to uncover nineteenth century clues to a present day serial killer. The story line is fast-paced, but held together by Nigel as he begins to piece together the puzzle. He will remind the audience somewhat of Rhett McPherson¿s Missouri genealogist Torie O'Shea. Fans will enjoy this fine English whodunit while looking forward to more such cases starring Nigel. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted July 8, 2012

    Very interesting from a genealogical standpoint!

    This book has a good mix of detective story and genealogical research which is really detective work after all!

    Looking forward to his second book.

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  • Posted December 20, 2010

    A surprisingly good read

    Who would have thought that genealogy could make such an interesting basis for a mystery. Of course, the writing is excellent, too. I was suprised to learn that it was written by a former tabloid journalist. I truly enjoyed this book. Can't wait to try his second one.

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