The Death Collector: A Victorian Murder Mystery
β Scribed by Toni Mount
- Book ID
- 111245896
- Publisher
- MadeGlobal Publishing
- Year
- 2018
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 539 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B07DJCCBBV
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β¦ Synopsis
More dastardly than Jack the Ripper in Whitechapel; more vile than the dense fog of a London Particular, an arch-fiend prowls the Victorian city streets. Nobody is safe from his experiments, whether peer or prostitute, preacher or policeman in this in this shocking tale of murder. Will Inspector Albert Sutton, aided by his wife Nell and her cat, be able to unmask and apprehend the heartless serial killer, or will they become the next novelty specimens of the Death Collector?
Genre: Fiction > Mystery/Thriller
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