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At the height of a bombing raid on war-torn London, a young woman is murdered. This was a swift, clinical killing, and a single bullet wound to the forehead had killed Sarah Davis instantly.
With the nightly Blackout, crime was easy to conceal. A bomb blast had already damaged the house; a direct hit would have obliterated any chance of finding forensic evidence. If the police hadn’t reached Sarah’s body in time, the auxiliary services would simply have pulled her mutilated body out of the rubble without a second thought and assumed she had died as a result of the bombing.
As Chief Inspector Garvan knelt over her body, illuminated by the weirdly intense bluish light of the incendiary bombs exploding along Monkton Drive, he felt this was no ordinary killing; it had all the hallmarks of a professional execution.



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