London is enduring a summer of tropical heat and storm – the kind of weather where the city starts drinking at lunchtime and doesn’t stop.
Detective Nick Belsey of Hampstead CID, a man not known for temperance, is trying to have a quiet one. But then somebody sets him a riddle.
It goes like this.
How can an individual walk into one of London’s million dead-end alleys and never come out? How does he disappear?
And then reappear – to snatch a girl, or cave in a homeless man’s skull. Or leave another inimitable calling card: a body dumped naked beneath a London skyscraper. A package of human hair.
In Deep Shelter, Belsey dives headlong into London’s darkest terrain – above ground and below, physical and psychological – to uncover the secrets degenerating beneath the city’s sickly glitter.
"A pitch-perfect portrait of contemporary London and a beguiling bastard of a hero." - Val McDermid
"The heart-pounding second outing for Det. Constable Nick Belsey will keep readers turning the pages." - Publishers Weekly
"Heaven, I'm in heaven... in fact, I'm in Hampstead, where Detective Nick Belsey is based, and he's the coolest cop you'll have come across in ages. London through his eyes is as atmospheric as a drawing by Gustave Doré... This demands to be read before the television adaptation." - Kate Saunders, Saga Magazine
"Harris maintains a relentless pace right up to the explosive finale." - Mail On Sunday
"Want a readable yet beautifully crafted thriller with original characterisation, fabulous plot and superb pacing? Tick, tick, tick. Deep Shelter will keep you guessing and turning pages right the way through." - Ham & High
"Dark, atmospheric and packed with Cold War secrets. Harris is one of the best new writers around." - Catholic Herald
"If you like complicated storylines, you’ll love this. There is so much going on, so much backstory, so many interesting twists and turns that I could not put this down...The book makes me want to go back to London." - Alive On The Shelves
"Makes the capital as eerie as Le Carré’s Berlin." - Evening Standard