The young woman’s body was recovered from an isolated stretch of the river running through the grim Northern city. There was no sign of a struggle; no obvious reason why Joanna Martin should have died. Except that the last person to see Joanna alive turned out to be a smooth-talking nightclub owner with enemies on both sides of the fence. . . Detective Sergeant Nick Miller wanted this case badly. He'd pulled the body out of the river and wanted to see justice done. But he hadn't reckoned on an even older code of honor: when the victim is your own flesh and blood. . .
