Lost and Gone Forever
Scotland Yard Murder Squad Book 5
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A man wakes in a cell.
He doesn't know who he is or how long he has been here.
He doesn't even know his name.
All he knows is that someone has left the cell door open . . .
Nevil Hammersmith is a former Metropolitan Police sergeant. He became a private detective when his colleague Walter Day went missing investigating the Ripper case. He's been looking for Day for an entire year, but it is as if his friend has completely vanished from the streets of London.
No one has heard from the Ripper in a long time.
No one knows when he will strike again.
That's just how he wants it.
For the Ripper has plans for the city and the man in the cell - the man he believes is just like himself . . .
Praise for Alex Grecian's Scotland Yard Murder Squad Series:
'Will keep you riveted from page one' Jeffery Deaver
'CSI: Victorian London' Daily Express
'Throw in deranged prostitutes, poisonings and throat slittings galore, amidst lashings of London fog. Gory, lurid and tons of guilty fun' Guardian
'Shiver-inducingly creepy. A racy read' Daily Express
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Grecian's mediocre fifth late-Victorian novel featuring Scotland Yard's Insp. Walter Day picks up a year after the events of 2015's The Harvest Man, which ended with Day's abduction by none other than Jack the Ripper. The Ripper, who remains unidentified, is on a mission of revenge after escaping from the Karstphanomen, a society of prominent men, whose members caught him asleep over the corpse of a prostitute and then confined and tortured him. The Ripper is also playing mind games with Day, allowing him his freedom after the policeman no longer remembers who he is. Day struggles to stay alive on the streets of London, while his close friend and former colleague, Nevil Hammersmith, has opened a private enquiry agency whose sole goal is to find him. The convoluted plot isn't enhanced by some pompous prose ("He might be the last man on Earth, standing there in front of the Yard, surrounded by layers of nothingness").
