This beautifully written thriller had me hooked from the first chapter – in which a man makes a gruesome entrance into a pub in Deptford. I soon became so immersed, I turned off my phone! Anna Sayburn Lane manages to grip, terrify and educate all at the same time. Unlawful Things took me straight back into the dark whispering corners of playwright Christopher Marlowe’s Elizabethan London, while always propelling me forward alongside his clever, plucky 21st century fan Helen Oddfellow. This is one of those mysteries that doesn’t cheat or insult the reader: all the clues are there, but you have to have your wits about you if you’re going to keep up with Helen Oddfellow’s forensic scrutiny of ‘unlawful things’ past and present. I hope we are going to see more of her!