The Old Codgers Are Lurking In London Now
Between now and the official party for ‘Bryant & May: Strange Tide’ I’ll be doing what I usually do – hiding signed copies of the hardback in London’s open spaces. Two dozen signed copies will be left between Piccadilly and the Euston Road over the next few days, partly because it’s great to watch who they’re picked up by.
There’s not much point in trying to second-guess where I’ll be though, as they usually vanish in seconds. I’m amazed at the way in which free stuff disappears in London. I just hope the books get read and don’t turn up on eBay!
For anyone who doesn’t yet know about the book, here’s a synopsis.
In which Mr May Hunts a Riverside Killer
And Mr Bryant Gets Into Hot Water
The river Thames runs through London like an artery. When a young woman is found chained to a post in the tide, no-one can understand how she came to be drowned there. At the Peculiar Crimes Unit, Arthur Bryant and John May find themselves dealing with an impossible crime committed in a very public place.
Soon they discover that the river is giving up other victims, but as the investigation extends from the coast of Libya to the nightclubs of North London, it proves as murkily sinister as the Thames itself. That’s only part of the problem; Bryant’s rapidly deteriorating condition prevents him from handling the case, and he is confined to home. To make matters worse, his partner makes a fatal error of judgement that knocks him out of action and places everyone at risk.
With the PCU staff baffled as much by their own detectives as the case, the only people who can help now are the battery of eccentrics Bryant keeps listed in his diary, but will their arcane knowledge save the day or bring disaster? Even when there’s a clear suspect in everyone’s sights the one thing that’s missing is any scrap of evidence.
As the investigation comes unstuck, the whole team gets involved in some serious messing about on the river. In an adventure that’s as twisting as the river upon which it’s set, will there be anything left of the Peculiar Crimes Unit when it’s over?
MAY: I watched you head off into the fog and honestly thought I’d never see you again.
BRYANT: I have the theatrical gene. I said goodbye to London, but London isn’t quite finished with me yet.