Synopsis

The flickering gaslight cast long shadows across the cobblestones, mirroring the unease in Inspector Davies’ gut. A single gunshot had shattered the quiet of the alley, and now, a frantic search for the shooter had begun. The victim, a known fence named Silas Blackwood, lay sprawled amongst overflowing refuse, a crimson stain blooming on his threadbare coat. As Davies surveyed the scene, a woman emerged from the gloom, her presence as striking as it was unexpected. She wore a velvet gown the