The ninth novel of the bestselling Rivers of London urban fantasy series returns to the adventures of Peter Grant, detective and apprentice wizard, as he solves magical crimes in the city of London.There is a world hidden underneath this great city. The London Silver Vaults—for well over a century, the largest collection of silver for sale in the world. It has more locks than the Bank of England and more cameras than a paparazzi convention. Not somewhere you can murder someone and vanish without a trace—only that’s what happened. The disappearing act, the reports of a blinding flash of light, and memory loss amongst the witnesses all make this a case for Detective Constable Peter Grant and the Special Assessment Unit. Alongside their boss DCI Thomas Nightingale, the SAU find themselves embroiled in a mystery that encompasses London’s tangled history, foreign lands and, most terrifying of all, the North! And Peter must solve this case soon, because back home his partner Beverley is expecting twins any day now. But what he doesn’t know is that he’s about to encounter something—and somebody—that nobody ever expects… Effortlessly original, endlessly inventive and hugely entertaining—step into the world of the much-loved, bestselling Rivers of London series. Biografía del autor Ben Aaronovitch started his writing career in screenwriting, most prominently on the TV show Doctor Who, before becoming a bookseller. He returned to writing with his London-based criminal investigative fantasy, The Rivers of London, which launched the thrilling and wry adventures of magician and police officer Peter Grant. Extracto. © Reimpreso con autorización. Reservados todos los derechos. 1 Airsoft As a rule, we don't get to see the bodies when they're fresh. It's drilled into every modern copper that our first duty, after protecting life and limb, is to preserve the crime scene from contamination. That means the first plod on the spot doesn't want to let anyone in but the murder team. And the murder team, when they get there, don't want anybody else except the forensics people getting close. They certainly don't want to call in yet another specialist team until they're absolutely certain they need to. Especially not us-on account of us being the Special Assessment Unit, famed throughout the Met as purveyors of weird bollocks, sudden violent upsets and, worse, poor detection rates. Especially if they've worked with us before. DI Stephanopoulos being a notable exception to that rule. She was waiting for us outside the entrance to the London Silver Vaults on Chancery Lane on a cold wet Wednesday morning in April, a hefty-looking white woman with sharp blue eyes and resting scowl face. At least I assume that was her habitual expression-certainly it was the one I saw the most. And she was definitely scowling when I tooled up with the Folly's latest trainee in tow. "Who's this?" she asked. "This is Danni Wickford," I said. "She's on the course." That being the Basic Falcon Management Course, an intensive one-on-one jaunt around the world of magical policing with yours truly, so that me and DCI Thomas Nightingale, my governor, could get time off for bad behavior. We refer to magical gubbins as Falcon in the police-all the better to draw a veil of comforting euphemism across the disturbing face of supernatural policing. Danni Wickford was a DC from Kingston CID whose Performance Development Reviews contained phrases like "utterly reliable" and "completely dependable." Dependable and reliable being the qualities that the Falcon Recruitment Committee-that is, me and Nightingale-had decided were what we wanted in a Falcon-capable officer. Physically she was a no-nonsense white woman, skinny, shorter than me with dark brown hair tied up in a French braid, blue eyes, and a pointy chin. Born and raised in Dagenham, she had a proper East London accent but, like me, could cycle through various degrees of middle-class,
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