It's 1889 and the panic of the "Jack the Ripper" crimes is already starting to fade into distant memory. The police are derided for their failures but they have learnt from their errors. Scotland Yard now has its own Murder Squad.
The Squad are called into action when a man's body is found in a travel trunk of Euston Station. Colonel Sir Edward Bradford and his "side kick" Walter Day discover that they must investigate the death of one of their own detectives. Not only that, but they must work out if this is "just" a murder or if it is an attack on the newly formed Murder Squad themselves.
Helping the squad is Dr Kingsley whose forensic ideas and suggestions are frequently met with scorn.
The story has its dark moments, it's chilling and it's gory in parts, but it's a great read.
If there is one criticism I have it is the use of Americanisms in the book, it doesn't happen too often but it certainly irks when it does happen, of course that's my problem and may not bother anyone else.
I enjoyed this book. It reminded me of Anne Perry in form and story, though it is much more "vivid" in its descriptions of the crime and annoying in the use of Americanisms "dude". The story hooked me right from the start and I will admit I am hoping for more but only with less of the US slang and terminology