Abigail Morton

Margate, on England's south coast. The hottest day of the year. A derelict warehouse on an industrial estate. A woman claws desperately at the smooth, unbroken walls of a steel shipping container as it slowly fills with water. She has six hours to live. Her husband gets a chilling message on his phone: Drown the Rats. And a map. He races to the site. He sees his wife struggling for life ... Police Constable Abigail Morton is in her 20s, can't find a man she wants to keep, and has just resigned after being passed over for promotion.

A man lies beaten to a pulp in a deserted car park in Maidstone, Kent. His own brother put him there. Josh Winters never saw it coming. He trusted his brother Alex. He always has. Detective Abigail Morton is embedded in a fractured source-handling unit on the Kent coast. She's working a dangerous informant operation against the Winters' criminal gang. Everyone says the brothers are untouchable. But something is shifting inside the organisation.

She must have red hair, green eyes and pale skin. Lizzy's drink is spiked. She wakes up in a locked basement. Trapped by a man who knows exactly what he wants from her. He cuts a lock of her hair as a trophy. But for some reason she's not quite right. And Lizzy survives. Detective Abigail is Lizzy's source handler. Her last informant turned up in A&E, badly beaten, too frightened to talk any more. Now she's relying on Lizzy. Because the attacker is still out there. Still searching. And the next woman might be the perfect victim.