Synopsis

Tens years of silence, an unsolved case, and three fresh murders on the doorstep of Westminster.

Detective Inspector Stark, six months since the death of his wife, is handed a second shot at catching the serial killer the papers once dubbed as the Black Angel.

When Stark receives a call from his old adversary, the case is blown wide open. With a debt to pay, a promise made and a life to protect, there is no turning back.

By Vincent Holland

Currently working on the second draft. Here is the beginning:

Nathan leaned against the oak counter and watched Verity, a London Elite escort, across the restaurant. He knew in less than an hour that she would be dead.

He placed four fifty pound notes between the leather bound binder and handed it back to the waiter and pressed the thick rimmed glasses that he wore back onto the bridge of his nose. He knew that people recognised him, or his father in him at least. Now, he could see the hesitant look in the waiter’s eyes as if they had met before but not quite managing to grasp where.

Verity cast a look towards him from across the restaurant, and smiled. He felt the buzz of anticipation flow through him, the adrenalin taking over.

He pulled at the cuffs on his shirt sleeves inching them out from under the confines of his jacket just as he caught sight of his own reflection in the mirror behind the counter. He was feeling uncomfortable in the off-the-shelf suit. He was more accustomed to the luxury of wearing an Anderson & Sheppard; custom made right down to the bespoke buttons. He let the feeling of distaste go.

Verity stood up as he walked back to their table. He helped her with her coat and followed her out on to the walkway.

And so the story continues…