Liverpool, 1952. The war is over, but the city still bleeds.

Rain slicks the cobbled alleys of the Central Commercial District as forensic detective William Silas Walker stares into the eyes of a dead bookkeeper,lips blue, posture unnaturally serene, poison coursing through veins long stilled. No weapon. No struggle. Just silence. And a single smudge of machine oil on a derelict desk.

Silas knows this is no ordinary murder. It's a rehearsal.

When a jazz singer is found dead hours later-pearls at her throat, a feather tucked in her mirror, a pinprick behind her ear,he sees the pattern emerging: a killer obsessed with perfection, staging deaths like symphonies, leaving riddles only Silas can solve.

But as the body count rises,including two new victims linked to a shadowy port-smuggling ring,Silas realizes the true target isn't the dead. It's him. And the woman he loves.

Armed only with ginger biscuits, cold Earl Grey, a Roman dagger, and his unshakable belief that "there are no coincidences," Silas must unravel a web of wartime secrets, poisoned allegiances, and forensic deception before the killer completes his final act: the perfect crime.

From the fog-draped docks to the smoky backrooms of The Blue Parrot, Snitch is a masterclass in period noir-where every clue is a whisper, every pigeon a witness, and justice is never silent.