London, present day. Apprentice magical copper Peter Grant investigates a series of killings of jazz musicians.
The second Peter Grant novel is pretty much the mix as before; a supremely confident conflation of urban fantasy and police procedural which works from either and both genre standpoints. The attention to detail (in police procedure and in London geography) again stands out, and this time out we’re able to dive straight into the action without too much scene-setting.
There’s a pleasing sense of a controlled deployment of information about a wider universe (there’s a Big Bad looming, gradual unveiling of information about the occult systems being invoked) and there’s also a convincing and contemporary attitude to a cross-section of London citizenry. Oh, and the book’s funny as well. Perhaps not as overtly comic as its predecessor Rivers of London, but Aaronovitch’s touch is light throughout.