SAINT JOHN, NEW BRUNSWICK. SEPTEMBER 1991.
Detective Matthew Terrance drives a 1988 Chevrolet Caprice with a torn vinyl bench seat and a dashboard clock that's read 4:47 for six weeks. He's thirty-six. He's worked many scenes this year, none of them add up, until they do.
A nightclub owner turns up in the harbour with his pockets still full of cash. A woman vanishes on Rothesay Avenue.
No one seems to have an answer. The system itself feels like it's turning against him, and all the while a growing sense of cold dread begins to cover the city, much like the fog itself.
Blood in the Harbour follows one year in a city that is quietly coming apart, told through the eyes of a man bent on solving this case.