What did he look like? Just some caballero heading home from work. No one even glanced at him. So this was exile, he thought, like a lucid dream. He could move through it. He could breathe in it, and it felt like being able to breathe underwater. What was the catch? Just keep going, stay out of trouble. He needed to switch vehicles, get some cash, that was all. The plates on the car were still tagged to his name, and while he couldn't imagine a trans-Atlantic manhunt leaping into effect anytime soon, it cramped his sense of freedom. There was no such thing as half escaping.

Praise for the Nick Belsey series

'[Belsey has] got to be London's coolest cop' - Daily Mail, praise for A Hollow Man
'Mazy, pacy London noir' - Ian Rankin, praise for The House of Fame