'A twisting spiral of lies and corruption' Val McDermid
From the hilltop he could see London, stretched towards the hills of Kent and Surrey. The sky was beginning to pale at the edges. The city itself looked numb as a rough sleeper; Camden and then the West End, the Square Mile. His watch was missing. He searched his pockets, found a bloodstained serviette and a promotional leaflet for a spiritual retreat, but no keys, phone or police badge.
Detective Nick Belsey needs help.
Something happened last night - something with the boss's wife - and Belsey needs to get out of London, and away from the debt and the drink and the deceit.
Collecting his belongings back at Hampstead CID on what should be the last day of his career, Belsey sees a missing person's report. But this one's different; this is on The Bishop's Avenue, one of the most expensive streets in the city. Belsey sees a chance for a new life.
But someone else got there first.
Praise for A Hollow Man
'[Belsey has] got to be London's coolest cop... Harris has plundered London's underworld for his richly plotted and unusual detective series... It's heady stuff' Daily Mail
'Thrills, spills and fine writing' Telegraph
British author Harris's searing first novel, a noir police procedural, features the anti-est of antiheroes, Det. Constable Nick Belsey, who wakes up one morning on Hampstead Heath, bruised, bloody, keyless, walletless, watchless, homeless, and bankrupt. From this low point, Belsey undertakes a personal investigation into the apparent suicide of Alexei Devereux, a high-flying international financier, whose ritzy Hampstead house becomes his secret pied- -terre for his attempt to use Devereux's resources as startup capital to escape the mess he's made of his life. Supported by a convincing cast of reporters, policemen bent and otherwise, and villains great and small, Belsey draws on his intimate knowledge of London's criminal underworld to unravel Project Boudicca, a multimillion-euro scheme to make gambling Britain's 21st-century version of heroin. At one point, during an extended London pub crawl, Belsey feels "mystery settling in layers, like snow." Readers should be prepared for a mind-bending resolution that hurtles down as remorselessly as an avalanche.