It had always been a house of secrets, a house of shadows; spiders spinning in the cracks, woodlice crawling through fallen plaster. The kids called it The Red House; exactly why none of them could tell. But then, none of them was asked until that summer, the summer they found her there, strangled. Two men had the job of tracing seventeen-year-old Jenny Hyde's killer. One was Chief Inspector Henry Hall, an elitist copper not of the new school, the...