‘The claw slashed at him and then there was a flash of teeth and … the sound of … biting and chewing … and screaming …’ The ship crashed, the outer walls of the complex were breached, over a hundred people died, and no one was held responsible. And since then, according to a growing number of the traumatised inhabitants of the neighbouring settlements, The Caves on Callisto have been guarded by a man-eating incarnation of an Egyptian god. Bob looked him hard in the eye. ‘You can laugh all you like now,’ he said. ‘But it’s just a question of time. You’ll see!’ Roland wasn’t laughing. ‘I’m not laughing,’ he said, to underline the point. The third novel in the Backdoor Angels series and also intended to be enjoyed on its own or as an introduction to the twenty-second century world of fugitive and British ex-detective Roland Fairweather, his gifted friends and their remote and untouchable enemy.