David Swinson returns with a thrillingly dark novel, featuring Frank Marr, ‘a masterly piece of characterisation.’ (Tana French, author of The Trespasser)
Frank Marr was a good cop with a bad habit, until his addiction to cocaine forced him into retirement from the D.C. police. Now barely making a living as a private investigator, he agrees to take on a family case as a favour for his aunt.
Frank’s surveillance confirms that his cousin Jeffrey is involved with a drugs operation. It seems small, until Frank’s own home is burgled, leaving a body on the kitchen floor: Jeffrey. Frank’s .38 revolver – the murder weapon – is stolen, along with his cherished music collection.
Clearly, his cousin was deeper in the underworld than anyone realised. With his reputation and his own life on the line, Frank searches for the real culprit: following the stolen goods through a tangled network of petty thieves, desperate addicts, deceiving fences, good cops and bad cops.
Frank’s as determined to uncover the truth as he is to feed his habit, and both pursuits could prove deadly. This time, it may just be a question of what gets him first.