Meet Detective Edison Kane. South End murder squad’s finest. Three months ago, his wife was killed on a night out. She wanted him there with her, but he always put work first. And the killer’s never been caught. Now he thinks he’s ready to be back at work . . . Until a body washes up. On the godforsaken mudflats near Leigh-on-Sea. One look at the dead man’s face, and Kane feels himself start to unravel. Where the eyes should be, there are only empty sockets. Kane’s mobile pings with an anonymous message. Murder was so much easier than I thought. See no evil . . . Everyone knows how that saying goes . . . It’s up to Kane to stop the twisted killer, before they write their perfect ending. But he couldn’t protect his wife—and can’t get justice for her now she’s dead and gone. Why should this case be any different?

One murdered millionaire. Two suspects, with every reason to want him dead. A haunted detective, who can’t outrun his past . . . A body hangs beneath the rotten boards of Southend Pier. Strung from a rusted beam and twisting in the chill February air. In life, wealthy entrepreneur Adam Golding had the Midas touch—coining a fortune from his chain of tawdry seaside arcades—but now his luck’s run out. Detective Edison Kane—still grieving a loss of his own—stares into the dead man’s eyes and wonders . . . who left him like this? Was it the wife Adam cheated on, over and over? Lavishing his mistresses with gifts, while she waited for him at home. Or the brother who’s never forgiven him for being their father’s favourite son. Disinherited, Tony Golding dabbles in petty crime to pay the bills. Both had means and motive. Who is guilty of the ultimate crime? Kane’s closing in on his prime suspect when a second body washes up on the shores of lonely Two Tree Island. And the victim’s identity changes everything . . .