BOOK 3 IN THE WINDRUSH NOIR SERIES 'Brother, a dead body can't run from a coffin, but their spirit sure as hell can try.' Life is tough for JT Ellington. As an ex-cop he isn't exactly built for the job of morally corrupt private eye. But it's 1967 in St Paul's, Bristol, and he doesn't have a choice. He's still trading in favors, helping those wary of the police. And as the cousin of Vic, Harlem's newest crime lord, JT's business...