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DCI Karen Shields runs the over-stretched Homicide and Serious Crimes Unit and it's an early-morning call which takes her to Hampstead Heath and a seventeen-year-old Moldovan boy who's dead under the ice in the pond. Even working out who he was is difficult and she's got no idea that she's at the edge of a web of organised crime and gang warfare which will take up much of her time. Hundreds of miles away DI Trevor Cordon lives in a sail loft in Newlyn and his day-to-day duties are, well, undemanding but he's shaken out of his rut when an old acquaintance dies in London and he heads off to the capital to find the friend's daughter. It's going to be a lot more complicated than he realises - and it touches on Karen Shield's problems in a way that neither of them could ever have imagined.
Put like that, it sounds quite straight forward, doesn't it? Well, it's anything but, wit with webs of people who know other people, are beholden to them or are intent on revenge. It's the criminal underclass who're increasingly infiltrating London - and bringing with them an increased supply of drugs, people trafficking, prostitution and gang warfare. Murder is an easy solution to many a problem and it really doesn't matter who gets in the way. It's a rich seam to mine for a plot and this one makes full use of the scene. The plotting is tight and very, very believable.
Karen Shields is black and not too old to enjoy a good social life. (Did I put that nicely, or not?) She's got where she is on merit and she is ''good'' at her job - but not perfect. She's human and ''really'' comes off the page, fully clothed (and occasionally, not). Her team were painted using remarkably few words - but Mike Ramsden could have carried a book himself and I'll always love him for his forthright words to a television reporter.