Blood Hunt

Gordon Reeve has got a funreal to go to. His journalist brother has been found dead in a car, a presumed suicide. Not a nice reason to by flying the Atlantic. And when he gets there it seems that nobody wants to answer his questions - why has the car in which his brother's body was found locked from the outside? Why does the local cop act like his shadow and prevent him talking to the friend who saw Jim lat? why does he have the sinking feeling that it wasn't a ghost he saw parked outside the crematorium? Ex-SAS, a professional killer with anger managment problem, it's not in Reeve's nature to let such questions go unanswered, particularly when the murderers come knocking on his own front door. [opis z okładki]