Victorian London is in the grip of a wave of crime and murder, with its citizens no longer able to trust the police to protect them. The newly formed Murder Squad of Scotland Yard, made up of just twelve detectives, battles in vain against the tide of violence and cruelty.

1889. One year on from Jack the Ripper,
a new killer stalks London's streets . . .

But he has not reckoned on Scotland Yard's newly formed Murder Squad and the team of new-recruit Walter Day and the world's first forensic pathologist, Dr Kingsley . . .

'Written with shocking clarity, shiver-inducingly creepy. A racy read . . . an exciting, juicy debut' Daily Express

'Luciously rich' Jeffrey Deaver

'Throw in deranged prostitutes, poisonings and throat slittings galore, amidst lashings of London fog. Gory, lurid and tons of guilty fun' Guardian

'A compelling whodunit and a cracking debut' Short List

'If Charles Dickens isn't somewhere clapping his hands for this one, Wilkie Collins surely is' New York Times