WHAT THE NIGHT BRINGS

Someone seems to have declared a vendetta against London’s Metropolitan Police, and it’s up to DI Tom Thorne and his mates to find out who—that is, if he can actually trust his mates.

The arrest of Nick Cresswell for murder is utterly routine until the sequel: Four officers from Wood Green who made the pinch acting on Thorne’s intelligence celebrate by sharing some doughnuts left in the back of their car with a cheery note—“Thanks for everything you do!”—and end up poisoned, three of them fatally. The stabbing of PC Adam Callaghan in Hendon Park moments after he’d turned off his bodycam to avoid showing the woman who’d lured him there makes it clear that there’s a larger pattern at work. More deaths will follow, presumably at the hands of LoveMyBro, the dark-web habitué who called PC Christopher Tully, one of the doughnut victims, and PC Craig Knowles, now imprisoned for rape, “two peas in a pod.” But who is LoveMyBro? Is he an antirapist vigilante or a rapist himself? And how can he possibly have learned everything he must know in order to strike so many targets without leaving a trace? Working once more with pathologist Phil Hendricks, his partner DI Nicola Tanner, and his old friend DI Dave Holland, who’s back at the Met after a few years away, Thorne fights colleagues and regulations to build a case against the man he’s convinced is behind the mayhem, only to see it collapse in a spectacularly depressing way. Even more disturbing is the growing likelihood that their quarry is either getting assistance from a highly placed police officer or is such an officer himself.

The more attached you are to this standout franchise, the harder the final revelations will hit you.