A serial killer stalks London.
One might think that whoever stabbed rent boy Daniel Graydon 77 times would have left DI Sean Corrigan of the Serious Crime Group South a wealth of clues to work with. But except for two measly traces—a sole fingerprint on a doorknob and a shoe imprint on the victim’s body—the crime scene was unhelpfully tidy. Still, Corrigan, whose experience with rape and brutality is not limited to his job—his father taught him firsthand about depravity—senses that this killer’s rampage has barely started. Supervising old-timer DS Dave Donnelly, DS Sally Jones and anyone else he can corral, Corrigan locates James Hellier, a married financier who met up with Graydon at the Utopia nightclub, and intuitively recognizes him as a monster in posh clothing. The battle is on: Will Hellier or Corrigan triumph? Hellier’s boss, Sebastian Gibran, is eager to keep the firm of Butler and Mason International Finance out of the tabloids. But that hardly seems possible when police records link Hellier’s methods to those of Stefan Korsakov, a perp whose mug shot and prints have mysteriously vanished from the prison system. Hellier outwits numerous surveillance teams and withstands Corrigan’s interrogations, and it’s possible a bent copper is helping him. Even so, Corrigan links him to more gruesome murders. An almost fatal attack on DS Jones finally lands Hellier in custody, but a major, albeit unlikely, plot twist unveils another possible killer, setting Hellier free to do his worst in far-off climes.
A plodding debut with lip-smacking, bloody reminiscences from the perp and dreary foul-ups from the cops.