You gotta do what you gotta do, and if you have already stepped over the line, it makes it easier to go the whole way.
Gang warfare of battlefield proportions hit the streets of London, but where’s a copper when you need one?
Doing the best that they can under the circumstances, of course, but it is never going to be enough, unless someone takes the law into his own hands by the throat and starts choking the life out of it. For thirty years Harry “H” Hawkins has been helping to keep the scum of London under control and now, as London’s top copper, everyone has turned to him for answers.
And there are none. Harry is falling apart.
As a Falklands War vet, the old nightmares come back to haunt him enough to destroy any hope he might have of legally surviving the new ones. The loyalty of his young, very bright, partner, despite huge danger to herself and her career from both the city and police hierarchy as well as the Russian and Albanian warring factions, is the only thing keeping him with one wheel on the rails.
What starts with a flashback to a Falklands slaughter, barely survived by “H” and his childhood friend, Ronnie, before hitting the present with the murder of Ronnie’s wife and her sister in St. James’ Park, ends with the same two taking on impossible odds.
A group of powerful officials is blocking the St. James Park investigation at every turn. Why? A Conspiracy of Nonces, perhaps?
An exciting gritty read, this was also one where I got to love the main protagonists, warts and all. From a slightly pedantic first quarter, it developed into a smooth unputdownable thriller.
And it seems that there will be more of “H” Hawkins to look forwards to.