Murdoch never wanted to love, but when he learned to, someone stole his woman. Now—whoever they are—he will make them pay.
A young woman has just been brutally murdered by a serial killer. Her father is the supreme crime lord in London, and he wants Murdoch to find that killer. But Murdoch has promised Maria that he is done with his old life. Then his best friend’s niece is killed in the same horrific way, and he knows the killings are a message—for him. But from who? Someone is out to get him—and the woman he loves.
His search leads him into the darkest reaches of the serial killer’s mind. But when he thinks he has his man, things take an even more sinister twist. Suddenly he is in a desperate chase across Spain and into Morocco and Algeria. The prize is Maria’s life, even at the cost of his own sanity.
Because what he finds there is too horrific to believe.
Reader Advisory: This book contains some scenes of violence.
Molly: You have a reputation for being a real tough guy. What was the hardest thing for you to overcome, that you didn’t expect to be an issue?
Liam: When I went to investigate the Brotherhood of the Goat, in Çalares, in southern Spain. Civil war broke out and I was thrown together with Maria. In my experience women tend to be bad news. They are irrational, emotional, unpredictable and attractive. They make you want them, confuse you, then break your heart. I’ve seen it happen a hundred times, but I always managed to avoid it happening to me. Then I met Maria. And when I realized Colonel Fermin planned to kill her, I also realized I’d fallen for her. That was hard to deal with. The hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with.
Molly: What is your biggest fear in life?
Liam: When Maria was abducted by Serafino del Roble, and I thought I’d never see her again. Until then the worst thing that could happen to me was that some guy would welsh on a bet, or try to screw me over. I’d worked hard at sewing things up just right, and I’d done a pretty good job. It’s a sweet existence when the only women in your life are either on your arm at a party or in your bed after one. But Maria changed all that. She gave life a deeper meaning, and losing her is the greatest fear – the only real fear – I have.
Molly: What do you remember most about your childhood?
Liam: I grew up in the Watts district of LA. I remember my dad beating up my mother, and when I got older he would beat me up when I tried to protect her. I learned two things pretty young – never fight drunk and never back down. When I was sixteen I confronted my him. He was drunk, and after I broke his arm he backed down and left. We never saw him again, but pretty soon my mom had a replacement bum moving in. There are all kinds of addiction. That was hers, I guess. Not long after that I slept with the wrong Italian guy’s wife and left LA in a hurry. I wound up in London, where I live now, near Notting Hill.
Molly: What are your most prized possessions?
Liam: I have a TVR Daemon V12, which is a brutal monster of a car. It’ll do 150 MPH without breaking a sweat, and if you whisper in its ear, it’ll give you 200 and a sweet growl. The other is my Smith & Wesson 29 Classic. It’s a cannon and it’ll stop a bus at a hundred yards. They’ve both saved my life more times than I can remember.
Molly: What does romance mean to you?
Liam: I’d have to think about that one. It’s not something I am real familiar with. Maybe looking up from my coffee in the morning and seeing Maria’s face before she’s brushed her hair. She’s introduced me to Stan Getz’ saxophone, and candle-lit dinners. But they’re only romantic because I’m looking at her. So I guess I’d have to say, looking at Maria is romance to me.
Molly: What is your favorite recipe?
Liam: It’s got to be lamb. You marinade a leg in olive oil and crushed garlic, lemon juice and fresh thyme for three days. Then roast it for an hour and a half at 200 C, basting regularly. Accompany with a bottle of Marques de Riscal, preferably a 2001 vintage.
Molly: What’s next, after The Deepest Cut?
Liam: All I can tell you is I’ve booked in at the Tivoli in Sao Paulo in Brazil, and things could get pretty hot. The rest is classified.
Conor Corderoy was born in London, but his parents, whom he describes as ‘bohemians’, moved to Ibiza when he was two. He grew up on the smallest of the Balearic Islands, bare-foot, wild and uncombed. He did not attend school, but for four years had a governess. She rapidly became an alcoholic and disappeared one day when Corderoy was 12.
In his teens he moved with his family to Cordoba, on the Spanish mainland, where at 16 he got his first job, breaking in wild horses. At 19, still bare-foot, wild and uncombed, he moved to London, via Barcelona and Paris, to become a rock star. He is grateful to whatever gods watch over him for foiling that project. He retains a fond nostalgia for Led Zeppelin and the Eagles, but his tastes these days run to cool jazz and Tudor music.
He flirted with academia in his 30s and became an Incorporated Linguist, a Barrister at the Inner Temple, a psychologist and a Master Practitioner of neuro-linguistic programming.
He has been married twice and has two daughters.
He has a cat and he thinks he might live high on a mountain in the south of Spain, but he isn’t sure.
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