London, 1932. Someone is killing street children, and Scotland Yard Detective Albert Tyburn
is sent to figure out who. Finding the killer is easy, but when the man turns out to be
powerful and well-protected, incapable of being brought to trial, Tyburn gets justice his
own way - by shooting the man in a London alley.
The options are simple: prison, or a transfer to Nairobi, Kenya, to head up the new Criminal
Investigations unit. Tyburn chooses exile, and that's where things cease to be simple.
Police Commissioner Ronald Burkitt despises him; the insolent colonists resent anyone who
doesn't treat them like gods; and his best constable has an unfortunate tendency to spout
Shakespeare at random.
And he's only been in the country an hour.
"Valentine. Come to arrest me again?"
Charge!!!
--Tyburn, "Hide in Plain Sight"