Review From User :
As treacherous and as uncertain as the rough edges of the cobblestone streets in the infamous Whitechapel district. Shadows of a dark figure much to the likes of Jack around every corner.
Now here's where I'd like to walk around inside the mind of the very talented Sharon Bolton. Oooh! Or maybe not.......
Sharon Bolton introduces us to her quite complicated character, Lacey Flint, a young detective constable working the crime scenes of London. The intense story grabs you from the first pages as Lacey comes upon the savage attack of a young woman. With only moments of life beating within her, the young woman grabs the doorhandle of Lacey's car leaving far more than her blood in the aftermath. Lacey is determined to find out what had happened to this unfortunate girl.
When a quirky journalist informs Lacey that she has received an anonymous letter from the possible killer, Lacey meets with her. There's more than a jumble of words here. Lacey's own name appears on the page. From every indication, it's evident that a sadistic, psychopathic predator is standing in their midst. As the story unfolds, Lacey recognizes the parallels to the Ripper murders from times, dates, and manner.
And who possesses the depth of evil likened to the one whose name is recognized even today as one of the worst heartless, savage serial killers of all time
Lacey is assisted by DI Mark Joesbury who doesn't quite know what to make of Lacey's sixth sense and her tilted police procedures. He watches her like a hawk for many a reason.
Bolton serves up an intensely good storyline here. It's like entering into a multifaceted, lively beehive with chambers that go on and on into unexpected and untapped experiences. Just when you think you've got a handle on all this, Bolton swings in another direction. It's a smart, smart read that touches on the mayhem of the Ripper murders while laying it all out for modern eyes to peruse.
Sharon Bolton, I'm in for the long haul. Locked in and ready for more and more.
One night after interviewing a reluctant witness at a London apartment complex, Lacey Flint, a young detective constable, stumbles onto a woman brutally stabbed just moments before in the building’s darkened parking lot. Within twenty-four hours a reporter receives an anonymous letter that points out alarming similarities between the murder and Jack the Ripper’s first murder – a letter that calls out Lacey by name. If it’s real, and they have a killer bent on re-creating London’s bloody past, history shows they have just five days until the next attempt.
No one believes the connections are anything more than a sadistic killer’s game, not even Lacey, whom the killer seems to be taunting specifically. However, as they investigate the details of the case start reminding her more and more of a part of her past she’d rather keep hidden. And the only way to do that is to catch the killer herself.