Synopsis

The air hung thick with the scent of burnt sugar and something else, metallic and grim. Arthur Penhaligon, proprietor of "Penhaligon's Finest Ice Creams," lay sprawled on the cold concrete floor of his basement, his hands blackened and blistered as if he’d wrestled with fire. The scene was unsettlingly still, the only movement the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light from a grimy window. Detective Inspector Davies surveyed the room, a knot tightening in his stomach. It wasn't the o