Chapter One
Chasing my mistakes.
The old city flashed by the glass, blurred by the darkness of night and the passing street lights. A reflection flickered; hard face, steel eyes, and sorrow.
I preferred to see the capital this way, sliding past my car windows at high speeds. In these situations, with buildings and landmarks blazing by, the pain slipped further away. At night, London looked like any other city I’d raced through: New York, Boston, Dallas ...
I had become quite good at high-speed pursuits during my time as a cop in The Big Apple, but then the backward-ass streets of London had to come along and screw with my sense of place. Luckily, I had adjusted quickly. My driving might not have been quite as good as it had been three years ago, with all the booze I’d sunk since arrivi
