Brown Bread

The King is dead: long live the King. Or so the echoes suggest. But Craig Williamson has barely murdered his way to total dominance of his London crime family when already his lieutenants are plotting against him: not greedy, just concerned. Or so they say. One thing is for sure: whoever wins, its bad news for the police, who still dont know how to prosecute or even properly investigate the gruesome, ancient blood magic used by the gun... ... even the gang themselves dont fully understand it.