I had two reasons for snatching up this murder mystery: I’m a rock ‘n roller who grew up with all the “Mersey Beat” bands, and as a Jack the Ripper buff I’ve devoured all of Brian Porter’s Jack novels. After devouring this one as eagerly, I’m glad I did. I have to say, in its own way, it’s creepier than the Jack books, mainly because this murder took place in my lifetime, and I’ve been to Liverpool, my husband’s home town. So I’m not so far removed from the setting as I am from 1888 Whitechapel. I don’t want to give the plot away, but I’m hoping what I do divulge will be enough to convince readers other than Brian’s many die-hard fans to pick this up and expect to be creeped out for several hours.
In 1999, Liverpool Detectives Sergeant Clarissa, (Izzie) Drake, Detective Inspector Andy Ross and Detective Constable Derek McLennan are observing a skeleton found in the mud at a dockside. The skull is bashed in and the kneecaps are shot off. Flash back to 1962 when Brendan Kane and some friends form a rock band to rival the others zooming up the charts. Despite their efforts, they’re not causing The Beatles to lose any sleep. Brendan wants to go to the USA and try to get discovered there. He convinces his girlfriend Marie to go with him. Do they ever get there?
The story flashes back and forth between those early 60’s days and 1999, with the detectives’ efforts to identify the victim. Their efforts are rewarded twofold—they identify the victim AND the killer, who’s still alive 3 decades later. Then more murders suddenly take place—and that’s all I’m going to say.
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