Huddled in a doorway, in a blonde wig, and my best Pretty Woman outfit, I’m already soaked to the skin. As downward spirals go, this was bad.
But I wasn’t here because I was reduced to turning tricks for a living. I was here to catch a killer…
That’s the word they’re using for the four Glasgow sex workers who’ve gone missing. But two people do care.
When Suzy Henderson was found dead in a landfill site, her eyes pecked out by crows, they found the finger of another missing woman wedged in her throat.
Nancy Kerr and Tommy McIntyre are on the case and they won’t stop until they find the missing women.
But, how can they trust anyone when they can’t even trust each other?