Susie Dent

Main villain: the aftermath of war

A review of The Reckoning, by Rennie Airth, a thriller that leaves your nerves unshredded but thoughts haunted

A pea-souper in Covent Garden. Perfect for murder. Photograph: Lacey/General Photographic Agency/Getty Images

  • The Reckoning

    Rennie Airth

    Mantle, pp. 372

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