The dance master

About this book

When Matthew Hopkins leaves his hell-hole council flat to seek out funding for his heroin addiction, he spots a plastic bag on the landing outside. Pouncing on it hopefully, he finds it contains only bones. Both the bones and the bag open up more than enough avenues of investigation for Detective Chief Inspector Hennessey and Detective Superintendent Yellich. It would seem the killer wanted to draw attention to himself, perhaps even to be caught. But when a new urgency infuses the case, will the detectives be able to make use of his helpfulness in time?