...there's a madder monk in town
Motives for murder never change. Even though Faa's mean Border streets aren't those of grim procedurals set in dreich innercities populated by a relentless parade of hard-talking hardons doesn't mean his quiet rural lanes don't rock with a violence spawned in the shadows of our worst urban nightmares. Like bad blood the meanest streets lead inevitably to the heart of a society's discontent...blah blah blah
Conspiracy theorist and radical angler Robbie Veitch believes a cartel of local riparian landowners are planning to restock Tweed's dwindling resources with genetically-engineered salmon guaranteed to put the Borders back on the angling map. His only problem is that no one believes him... until the bodies start to fall.
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