Thriller Detective Serial

Westminster, 2013. Wole Robert is black. A Brit. His marriage is on a razor edge. He had always want to be a tattooist but his overbearing mother didn't let his passion see the light of day. He turned out a detective. Meanwhile, a clever monster glides undetected through London, leaving behind a gruesome trail of carnage but with few clues - tattoos on the victims. But this monster takes it one day at a time - strikes every Wednesday.

Nick Collins vows to uncover the truth behind an accusation of murder, but as the trial progresses, the only truth he discovers is that his big-city client doesn’t stand a chance against small-town beliefs. If the accused is found guilty until proven innocent, the real killer could still be out there, and there won’t be any heroes left to catch them.

When Laura Sinclair arrives home, she is horrified to discover her sweet, kind husband James close to death. But this is no robbery gone wrong. There are over 200 breaks to his bones, each apparently applied carefully, symmetrically, methodically.... Laura insists that James is a man with no enemies. But how much does she know about her husband? And what secrets are hidden in the email account she discovers, filled with cryptic messages?

Tracking serial killers isn’t Kai Cooke’s kuleana—or thing. So when the mother of a rape and murder victim abducted near Barking Sands Beach begs him to find the brute, Kai reluctantly declines. The twenty-year-old case of three slain women is on Kaua‘i and the local force isn’t likely to cooperate with an O‘ahu PI. Then another woman fitting the victims’ profiles goes missing and the cold case appears to turn warm. Is the Barking Sands Strangler back?