Lies breed lies . . .

Detective Inspector Edison Kane should know. He has a head full of thoughts he can't confess. Dark thoughts - of his wife's killer. He tells his partner, DC Bailey Granger, that he's got it together. That he's fit to return to work. He'd almost believe it himself . . .

Until a body washes up on the godforsaken mudflats near Leigh-on-Sea. One look at the dead man's face, and Kane feels himself start to unravel.

Where the eyes should be, there are only empty sockets.

Kane's mobile pings with an anonymous message. Murder was so much easier than I thought. See no evil . . .

Everyone knows how that saying goes . . .

It's up to Kane to stop the twisted killer, before they write their perfect ending. But he couldn't protect his wife - and can't get justice for her now she's dead and gone. Why should this case be any different?