Saying farewell to the dark side doesn’t mean the dark side wants rid of you. And I was about to be reminded of that fact. 1970, St Pauls, Bristol. A new decade, and J T Ellington is determined it will be a quiet one. He’s stepped away from the private-eye game to scratch a living, respectable at last, as a school caretaker. Still his nights are full of torment – guilt and ghosts that no prayers will banish – but it’s not until the past comes calling in the unwelcome form of Superintendent Fletcher that J T’s resolve is truly tested. Fletcher has a job for J T – and the hard-nosed cop can’t be refused. A young man, Nikhil Suresh, has disappeared hours before his wedding; rumours abound and his family is distraught. J T is to investigate. With what feels like blood money in his pocket, J T is plunged deep into a demi-monde of vice, violence and forbidden passion. An extraordinary, malevolent enemy is intent on destroying him. Now – seeking survival and redemption – J T must play as dirty and dangerous as those who want him dead.