Brown Bread, Boys

The King is dead: long live the King. Or so the echoes suggest. But Craig Williamson has barely murdered his way to total dominance of his London crime family when already his lieutenants are plotting against him: not greedy, just concerned. Or so they say.

One thing is for sure: whoever wins, it's bad news for the police, who still don't know how to prosecute or even properly investigate the gruesome, ancient blood magic used by the gang...

... even the gang themselves don't fully understand it.