Bad Blood

Harry needs a break. He needs a break from the women in his life, and he needs a break from killing.

That’s how he winds up on Victoria Island, off the coast of Senegal in western Africa. They’d told him the place was paradise on Earth.

It’s also how he winds up smiling at three beautiful sisters on the promenade at Victoria Port, by the yacht club. And it’s how he winds up seeing a guy in a leather jacket stroll up to them and shoot one of them dead.

The girl was Sophie Crespin, she was just nineteen, and Harry knelt by her side, holding her hand and looked into her eyes as she died.

On an island being slowly torn apart by growing ethnic and religious violence, Paradise is sliding into Hell, and Harry soon discovers that in Hell, the law is dictated by the Fils du Sang, the Sons of the Blood, and Ashaaq al-Dimaa, the Lovers of Blood.

The blood in Hell is bad blood, and the Fils du Sang and Ashaaq al-Dimaa will soon discover that when Harry exacts punishment, there’s going to be a lot of it.