Praised for their riveting, ingenious plot twists, John Lawton's series
of espionage thrillers featuring Chief Inspector Frederick Troy of
Scotland Yard have an uncanny ability to place readers in the thick of
history. Now in Flesh Wounds, an old flame has returned to Troy's
life: Kitty Stilton, wife of an American presidential hopeful. Private
eye Joey Rork has been hired to make sure Kitty's amorous liaisons with
a rat pack crooner don't ruin her husband's political career. But he
also wants to know why Kitty has been spotted with Danny Ryan, whose
twin brothers, in addition to owning one of London's hottest jazz clubs,
are said to have inherited the crime empire of fallen mobster Alf Marx.
Before Rork can find out, he meets a gruesome end. And he isn't the only
one: bodies have started turning up around London, dismembered in the
same bizarre and horrifying way. Is it possible that the blood trail
leads back to Troy's own police force and into Troy's own forgotten
past? Flesh Wounds, a compulsively readable thriller, finds one of our
most able storytellers at the height of his game.