One killing. One cover-up. Corruption everywhere you look.
South London, 1987. A car park. A man lies dead, an axe buried in his skull. His name is Morgan Daniels—private detective, occasional drunk, and now, the spark that will ignite a national reckoning. His murder sets off a chain reaction that pulls in bent coppers, tabloid hacks, and, before long, the highest ranks of the British establishment.
One killing. One cover-up. Corruption everywhere you look.
Inspired by true events Stench is a feverish plunge into into London crime, where dirty cops, gangsters, and the gutter press, collide in a storm of lies, violence and cocaine powder, that feels both historical and hallucinatory.
Stench is a literary Molotov cocktail—blistering, paranoid, and all too plausible.
Think L.A. Confidential with freemasons, MDMA and London riots.
