A photograph taken of the daughter of one of London’s most prominent citizens in a private setting sets Brodie and Mikaela off on a new inquiry case to find out who took the photograph and then sent it to the family.

The case begins simply enough until the young woman goes missing. Then, the family receives another photograph of their daughter who is obviously quite dead and that simple inquiry case has now become an investigation of murder.

Sir James Redstone has recently returned from abroad.

He is handsome, well-educated, heir to the Redstone title and family fortune, and a fellow traveler of Mikaela Forsythe.
He is also a member of the royal inner circle, close friend of the Prince of Wales, and well known to Mikaela’s aunt, Lady Antonia Montgomery.

In the past he and Mikaela traveled in the same group to Egypt and the Far East. They share the experience of that adventure that she has written about in her first novel.

Now, Redstone has returned with tales of other travels that Mikaela might have made if not for the recent change in her relationship with Brodie.

Ghosts of the past…

The very case that made Brodie leave the Metropolitan Police returns to jeopardize his private inquiry business, his relationship with Mikaela Forsythe, and perhaps even his life.

A priceless piece of artwork that disappeared during World War II. Years later, a car accident in the French countryside that is no accident. A blood-stained photograph that exposes the world of cyber crime and a billion dollar smuggling operation that finances terrorism.

Murder is such a nasty business…

Mikaela Forsythe has returned from her safari in Africa with Lily and her great aunt. She’s survived to fight another day, which is more than can be said for one Antony Collingwood, the victim in the latest murder investigation thrust upon her by Sir Avery of the Special Services Agency. But she made an agreement in order to save Brodie’s life, and now she must honor it.

A young woman has been murdered at the prime of her life, striking fear into the hearts of women across London and anguish into the heart of her dear fiancé.

There are no answers, only a single red rose left on the young woman’s body, the calling card used for a cold-blooded killer.

Could the Whitechapel murderer be stalking the streets of London once more?