Perfect for fans of Dept. Q and Ian Rankin.

Four bodies. Seven weeks. Zero leads.

The streets of North Glasgow are running red, and someone's picking off gang members with surgical precision. Police Scotland are stumped—every door slammed shut, every mouth sealed tight. The criminal underworld has its own rules, and talking to the polis isn't one of them.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Enter Calum McCulkin, reluctant heir to a criminal dynasty and now crime correspondent for the Daily Post. The son of legendary godfather Donald McCulkin carries more weight in Glasgow's shadowy corners than any warrant card ever could. Paired with Sarah Gibb, a razor-sharp researcher who can dig up dirt on a saint, they're the unlikely duo tasked with cracking what the police can't.

But in a city where loyalty is paid for in blood and betrayal comes with a price tag, asking the wrong questions could make them the next targets. Some secrets are worth killing for—and some family names aren't protection enough when a killer decides you know too much.

The McCulkin name opens doors. It might also dig their graves.