Liverpool, 1952. The city still bears the scars of war-bomb sites dot the skyline, ration books linger in coat pockets, and the docks, once the lifeblood of the Empire, fester with corruption. When Thomas Rigsby, the man poised to cleanse the waterfront of its criminal rot, is found murdered in a rain-slicked alley, Detective William Silas Walker is called in. But Rigsby's death is only the beginning. Within forty-eight hours, his entire staff lies dead-each body bearing identical wounds, each scene unnervingly precise. Public suspicion falls on Maurice "Moss" Bellweather, a known gangster with a history of violent feuds. Yet Silas, a forensic detective guided by logic, probability, and an unshakable belief that "there are no coincidences," senses a deeper conspiracy. With the help of his loyal friends-Constable Harry Coleman and forensic pathologist Dr. Sarah Jones-Silas peels back layers of deception to uncover a shocking truth: Rigsby and Bellweather weren't enemies. They were partners. And now, someone far more calculating has orchestrated their downfall. As fog rolls in from the Mersey and jazz echoes from basement clubs, Silas must race against time before the killer completes a hostile takeover-not just of the docks, but of Liverpool itself.