For Hannah Shapiro, a beautiful young American student, this particular nightmare began eight years ago in Los Angeles, when Jack Morgan, owner of Private--the world's most exclusive detective agency--saved her from a horrific death. She has fled her country, but can't flee her past. The terror has followed her to London, and now it is down to former Royal Military Police Sergeant Dan Carter, head of Private London, to save her all over again.
"I fell in love with the character."
A young woman’s body has been found on Hampstead Heath. Naked, tortured, mutilated. The violence visited upon her shocks even seasoned forensic pathologist Kate Walker. And when DI Jack Delaney takes on the case, he realises that someone is taunting him with the horrific murder. Then, in a north London flat, the expertly dissected body of a second young woman is discovered.
DI Jack Delaney is trying to make a clean break. Tormented by his troubled past, he has taken his young family out of London, swapping the mayhem of London for the tranquil calm of the North Norfolk coast. Except it's not so tranquil. After a terrible storm hits Sheringham, a body is discovered beneath a collapsed cliff. Natural disaster? No, this looks like murder, and Jack is the only local resident qualified to investigate.
Fifteen years ago when Jack Delaney was a beat cop not long out of Hendon, two children went missing from Carlton Row, a small residential street in Harrow. They were never seen alive again. Two years later Delaney rescued a young girl from the boot of an abandoned car, leading to the capture of Peter Garnier, one of the most horrific child rapists and murderers in recent history. Although the bodies were never found, Garnier admitted to murdering the two children and many, many more. Jack had thought the case was closed. But he couldn't have been more wrong.
A year previously, DI Delaney was responsible for the arrest of Michael Robinson, a vicious rapist. Robinson always claimed he was set up by the police but, before he could be brought to trial, he was brutally attacked in prison and left for dead. He survived, however, and a year later, out of hospital and fit for trial - he is pointing the finger squarely at Delaney for the assault that nearly killed him.
Jackie Malone has been murdered. Her body lies in a pool of blood in the north London flat where she worked as a prostitute. Deep knife wounds have been gouged into her corpse and her hands and feet are tied with coat hanger wire. For Detective Inspector Jack Delaney this is no ordinary case. He was a friend of Jackie’s, and she left desperate messages on his answerphone just hours before she was killed.