The Blurb On The Back:
“Beside the sofa was a pooled form. I’d seen dead bodies before, but there was something different about finding one in my Kensington flat, lazily covered by an old Liberty throw I’d had for years.
Though hardly in the mood, I decided not to cancel my appointment with Roland Turner at the Whig Club.”
William Hoffer – handsome, refined, a little cold perhaps – is an established figure in London society.
But Hoffer has secrets. He is vague about his Midwestern origins. The counsel he offers a Russian billionaire may extend to murkier topics than art investments. Then there is the question of his money, which is running out.
When a ghost from his past in Mexico returns, so do Hoffer’s brutal instincts for self-preservation …
The Review (Cut For Spoilers):