A Song from Dead Lips

Paperback / ISBN-13: 9781782064190

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‘William Shaw is one of the great rising talents of UK crime fiction’ Peter James

‘If you’re not a fan yet, why not?’ Val McDermid

‘A first-rate police thriller set amidst the seamy underside of the swinging sixties’ C. J. Sansom

The Runaway

A nameless young woman is found naked and strangled in an alley on Abbey Road.

The Reject

DS Cathal Breen, an outcast in the Marylebone CID, struggles to make sense of the case.

The Rookie

Until new recruit WPC Helen Tozer – the first woman to join the team – makes a breakthrough.

And as hippies slam doors in their face, and locals suspect the new African neighbours, Breen and Tozer tread down a perilous path, closing in on a cruel conspiracy that goes far beyond class, colour and creed.

Reviews

Superb characterisation, a vivid recreation of the era, its sights, sounds and prejudices make this a highly enjoyable and readable debut for the pairing . . . Shaw is certainly a name to note for the future and we shall see this original and likeable couple again soon
Crime Review
Excellent
Mail on Sunday
Shaw skilfully re-creates an era of social turmoil and class conflict ... against a vivid background of pop culture, casual racism and Britain's involvement in the bitter civil war in Nigeria
Sunday Times
Convincing atmosphere, lively dialogue and a fun cop duo unite Beatlemania, English racism and the Biafran war
The Times
Excellent ... authentic, often humorous ... The Sixties have been examined and presented every which way, but A Song From Dead Lips manages to be something fresh, both in this regard and as a detective novel
Killing Time Crime
Excellent procedural ... A gripping story, with two appealing protagonists and impeccably researched period details deployed throughout
Laura Wilson, Guardian
A first-rate police thriller set amidst the seamy underside of the swinging sixties ... The totemic year of '68 will never seem the same again
C. J. Sansom