The discovery of Sir Robert Bonifaces body on the floor of his blue limousine was made quite accidentally on a sultry Friday evening towards the end of June. The industrial and financial tycoon, and former stalwart of the British Cabinet, had been shot in the head and left in the quiet Vale of Health alongside Londons Hampstead Heath. Nearby, a rejected portrait of Sir Robert is found riddled with bullets in the studio of the now missing romantic artist Matt Caldwell. As it hurtles towards its feverish denouement under the bells of the capitals most famous clock, this closely observed and stylish study of both character and motive transports the reader from the Stock Exchange to Scotland Yard. It asks the question of what it means to be crooked and how immense power corrupts.