Sometimes Jackson hears the voices of those he didn't save in his head, screaming their accusations. Being with Hobbs gives him a moment of reprieve.
At night though... At night, Ray lays on his bed, stripped of every barrier—physical, mental and emotional—and remembers the press of Fraser's hand on his back, the curve of his fingers along each rib, forever ingrained, imprinted, in Ray's skin.
A predator is on the loose in Whitechapel, stealing unwanted young boys and selling their bodies to the depraved. When they begin turning up dead, Detective Inspector Edmund Reid, Sergeant Bennet Drake and Captain Homer Jackson must see this new monster stopped. When one of their own goes missing, it becomes the race of their lives.