My eyes were glued together and a strong scent of ammonia was all around me. Although I couldn’t get my eyes open I could see perfectly well. Little green things scuttled under my bed and floated above my head. They liked the smell and laughed at me when I flared my nostrils. I was worried they’d bite, so I ignored them, even though my first reaction was to swat them like flies, or crush them like bugs beneath my feet. I heard footsteps, but I couldn’t see anyone. Something pricked my right side and a fluid, something like hot coffee, filled my arm. I felt my eye balls loosen and roll around inside my head, but simultaneously I fell and the drop was endless, until I reached a safe warm place and surrendered to sleep again.
Vic Prince is a wise cracking detective, plying his trade in 1940’s war torn Liverpool. Unable to enlist because of flat feet and asthma, Prince has an affinity with the City because his great grandfather was brought to these shores on the last Slave Ship in 1807.
Vic is encouraged to work other cases as the search continues for the collar of a missing Persian Blue cat, while he also tries to understand why dead men keep turning up in the Mersey. He at first must negotiate his best friend Percy’s release from the Russians, who want to recover a cache of guns they believe he is holding.
He is engaged by the wife of a wealthy business man, Cyril Longthorne; who believes her husband is being held against his will by a group stealing his money. Vic is forced to travel to the popular seaside town of Southport to unravel the mystery, but gets far more than he bargained for, when associates of Cyril’s are murdered before he can talk to them...
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