Showing results by narrator "Bernard Faricy" in Mystery, Thriller & Suspense

I am afraid that I, Sherlock Holmes, must act as my own chronicler in this singular case, that of the Whitechapel murders of 1888. For the way in which the affair was dropped upon my doorstep left me with little choice as to the contrary. Not 12 months prior, the siren's call of quiet domesticity and married life had robbed me of Watson's assistance as both partner and recorder of my cases. Thus, when detective inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard required a lead - any lead - I found myself forced to pursue Jack the Ripper alone.

Before partnership with a former army doctor recently returned from Afghanistan, Sherlock Holmes had but the quiet company of his own great intellect. Solitary he might be, but living as he did for the thrill of the chase, it was enough. For a little while, at the least, it was enough. That is, until a client arrives at his door with a desperate plea and an invitation into a world of societal scandal and stage door dandies.

Who polices the police? Nobody. Not in this place. Cops and criminals are the same. Drug lines and murder. A cab driver is drawn into a world he doesn't understand. He is dragged into hell. The young policeman spirals downwards. He is the innocent. Drawn into a criminal operation spiraling out of control after a punishment beating goes wrong. Someone tells tales. The Internal Investigation Department find out about the drug operation. Twists and turns lead to a remarkable and damning conclusion.