Dominic Nolan's historical noir is viscerally atmospheric, set in the mean streets of 1930s Soho with its jazz clubs, blackshirts, ponces, corrupt and murderous cops, spies, and tarts, amidst which walks a serial killer it is to take decades to identify. Untroubled by handing out his own brand of rough and brutal justice is the larger than life DS Leon Geats, one of the 'Dirties', a member of the Vice squad based at Vine Street, who knows his Soho beat, including its criminal underbelly, like the back of his own hand. When a incompetent cop bungles the murder case of a strangled woman, a prostitute, in her own home, Geats continues to make his own inquiries. Other murders occur, including another woman killed with the same MO, bringing in the Flying Squad led by Chief Inspector Nutty Sharpe, with Geats having to work with the sharp dressed and mercenary DS Mark Cassar.
It is the relationship between Geats, Cassar and WPC Willamina 'Billie' Massey that forms the intricate heart of this story. It frames the burning obsession that Cassar and Geats have in hunting a serial killer, even when it not officially sanctioned by the police force. Indeed, an official cover up and killing of an innocent man blamed for the murders has Geats finally handing in his notice. The murders, of course, continue unabated, as the investigation is stymied by the war. The killer's victims grow during wartime, attempting to use the German bombing of London to disguise his nefarious activities. A tragedy has a grieving Geats joining the war efforts in numerous roles in Europe and beyond, uncaring if he dies. However, he returns to London, only to discover Cassar has been unrelenting in his absence in continuing the dangerous investigation.
It is only many years later that Geats and Cassar's deadly inquiry pays off, but at what cost? This character driven historical noir was a absolute joy to read, although I have to admit it took me a third of the book to become invested and immersed in it. The characterisation is standout, you cannot help but root for Geats and the tender relationship he develops with 11 year old Nell Martin, and in a socially awkward Cassar finding a home, drugs and his dancing feet at the Windmill Club. Nolan evokes 1930s Soho with skill and style, with his well researched details and rich descriptions. This is a complex and complicated piece of epic historical crime fiction, one that I have no hesitation in recommending highly. Many thanks to the publisher for an ARC.