The murder wasn't the mystery: her identity was.'Up there with the Mark Billinghams of crime-horror' Metro
The dead girl was never identified, and for Martin and the other police officers involved, her murder symbolised everything that was wrong with the city: a haphazard sprawl of indifference.
Four months on, Martin is separated from his job, his wife and his friends. But then a simple note forces him to re-enter an investigation he'd rather forget: 'I found her'.
The search takes him in a downward spiral of violence and pain, and drags him towards the danger at the heart of the city: the eight brothers rumoured to control everything.
He writes with remarkable assuredness. His prose is crisp and vivid ... And he is not afraid to take risks to create a well-wrought story ... he writes with the confidence of someone twice his age and, in a genre over-populated with stereotypes, he manages to bring a fresh eye and a soaring imagination - IRISH INDEPENDENT
Writing of this quality and originality doesn't come along very often - if you don't read Mosby this year, you'll be reading about him next year, so why not get a head start - MORNING STAR
His book is fiercely original, truly intriguing. This is speculative fiction at its reckless best - LITERARY REVIEW
Mosby excels at catching you off guard - SUNDAY MIRROR