The Blind Beak of Bow Street is my third full-length novel. I want to tell you all that I enjoyed writing it, but it has been like trying to stab a seal with a banana at times. I had heard about the London Necropolis through a friend over a beer, and I knew that it was the answer to my plot predicament. Here was a train and train service that ferried the dead from Victorian London’s overcrowded churchyards and cemeteries to the leafy suburbs. A train for the dead. A train that moved the evil beyond Zone 5 and far away from the lovely, ordinary people. It closed in 1941. What if it brought something back to the capital in 2021 with unfinished business? Something that wanted to kill the magic and all those that practised it? It’s a good thing that DCI Judas Iscariot is around – isn’t it. The Blind Beak is available on Amazon. I hope you enjoy it. No seals were injured during the course of its conception.