"Detective Manon Bradshaw is five months pregnant and has officially given up on finding romantic love. Instead, she is in hot-pursuit of the work-life balance and parked in a cold case corridor--the price she's had to pay for a transfer back to Cambridgeshire. This is fine, she tells herself. She can devote herself to bringing up her motley collection of children--the new baby, and her adopted 12-year-old son Fly Dent. He needed a fresh start--he was being forever stopped and searched in London by officers who couldn't see past the color of his skin. Manon feared Fly, increasingly sullen and adolescent, was getting in with the wrong crowd at school, or possibly that he was the wrong crowd. Yes, children, home-cooked food, home by five. This is what I need, she tells herself. Yet when a well-to-do victim is found stabbed close to police HQ, she can't help but sidle in on the briefing. It emerges he is a banker from London, worth millions, called Jon-Oliver Ross. More dramatically, Ross

Manon has settled back into life in Cambridgeshire with her adopted son Fly. She's perfectly happy working on cold cases until a man is stabbed to death just yards from the police station, and both the victim and the prime suspect turn out to be much closer to home than she would like. How well does Manon know her loved ones, and are they capable of murder?

"Detective Manon Bradshaw is five months pregnant and has officially given up on finding romantic love. Instead, she is in hot-pursuit of the work-life balance and parked in a cold case corridor--the price she's had to pay for a transfer back to Cambridgeshire. This is fine, she tells herself. She can devote herself to bringing up her motley collection of children--the new baby, and her adopted 12-year-old son Fly Dent. He needed a fresh start--he was being forever stopped and searched in London by officers who couldn't see past the color of his skin. Manon feared Fly, increasingly sullen and adolescent, was getting in with the wrong crowd at school, or possibly that he was the wrong crowd. Yes, children, home-cooked food, home by five. This is what I need, she tells herself. Yet when a well-to-do victim is found stabbed close to police HQ, she can't help but sidle in on the briefing. It emerges he is a banker from London, worth millions, called Jon-Oliver Ross. More dramatically, Ross