When the murder of barrister Maria Curzon-Whyte lands in his lap, he finds himself drawn back into the insidious world of London’s privileged elitewhere men like James’s father possess wealth and power enough to hold the law in contempt. As James navigates the promiscuous, secretive and corrupt spheres of the rich, the murderer strikes again.
Soon James begins to fear that these crimes lead dangerously close to his own heart and home. And now, he risks losing everything he’s made of his life unless he can expose the sordid truths that have bred this bitter legacy.
|Publisher:||Blind Eye Books|
|Product dimensions:||5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.00(d)|
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James parked his car behind an open-doored ambulance and looked around narrowly as he stepped out into the damp, London night air.
The quiet, innocuous and very expensive cul-de-sac sat tucked away behind the flashy roar of Brompton Road: on one side, an elegantly-painted, Georgian mews terrace, on the other a red brick monstrosity of doubtful lineage. Right now though, two blue-flashing patrol cars disfigured the subdued wealth of the street. Garish yellow crime-scene tape cordoned-off a large area of the pavement in front of a shiny, black front door.
All very vulgar.
James paced to the boot of his Honda and dug into the plastic box of equipment there, full of tools, polythene bags, and a white forensic containment suit, which he immediately shouldered into. The final touch was a pair of garishly purple, latex surgical gloves. He pulled up the suit hood carefully to cover his thick, light hair.
The uniformed PC standing in front of the house was unfamiliar, so James flashed his badge before ducking under the tape across the door, onto the single front step.
A woman was lying face down in the hall, very near the door. Silky, dark, shoulder-length hair obscured most of her face, sticking to the large pool of coagulated scarlet beneath her upper body. Her tight skirt was ruched up to the top of her thighs, but from where James was standing, her black tights didn’t appear to have been interfered with.