The man lying beside you is not your husb&. & he's not breathing...
Louise wakes up. Her head aches, her mouth
DI Clare Mackay receives a message from her boss DCI Alastair Gibson telling her to meet him in secret.
She does as he
...
They say that the Thorn of Camorr can beat anyone in a fight. They say he steals from the rich & gives to the poor. They say he's part man, part myth, & mostly street-corner rumor. & they are wrong on every count. Only averagely tall, slender, & god-awful with a sword, Locke Lamora is the fabled Thorn, & the greatest weapons at his disposal are his wit & cunning. He steals from the rich
- they're the only ones worth stealing from
- but the poor can go steal for themselves. What Locke cons, wheedles & tricks into his possession is strictly for him & his band of fellow con-artists & thieves: the Gentleman Bastards. Together their domain is the city of Camorr. Built of Elderglass by a race no-one remembers, it's a city of shifting revels, filthy canals, baroque palaces & crowded cemeteries. Home to Dons, merchants, soldiers, beggars, cripples, & feral children. & to Capa Barsavi, the criminal mastermind who runs the city. But there are whispers of a challenge to the Capa's power. A challenge from a man no one has ever seen, a man no blade can touch. The Grey King is coming. A man would be well advised not to be caught between Capa Barsavi & The Grey King. Even such a master of the sword as the Thorn of Camorr. As for Locke Lamora...