Perfectly dead

Chief Inspector Jacobson hates drug-related cases. Not least because it means he has to work with the drug squad. But there`s no alternative when a local dealer turns up burnt, battered, and dead. Just another hopeless, pointless sink estate incident in the middle of a grey, Crowby February. But even so Dave Carter`s torched body is the stuff of bad dreams. Death doesn`t get any grimmer, Jacobson thinks. But that`s because Jacobson, DS Kerr, and Crowby CID are still 48 hours away from the Perfect Family killings . . . five dead in a leafy suburb where bad things aren`t supposed to happen. And the only witness may never speak again