Bulimia

A woman is found dead in a Wapping penthouse, three days after a party. She has no name, no phone and no bag.

Detective Sergeant Andy Mercer is sent to the flat by the river. He knows the building. He knows the lift that needs a key. He was at the party, and before he has written a word of his report he has put four cigarette ends in his pocket.

The man who held the other lift key is a young consultant from Lucknow, who keeps every receipt and won't say what he saw. The man who looks after the girls is an ex-detective who remembers everyone's birthday and is very, very kind. And the one woman who could tell the police who the dead girl was has disappeared.

From a hostess club in Mayfair to a boardroom at Blackfriars, from an au pair's attic in Lyon to a funeral in Rosario, Bulimia follows four people through the same night and the weeks after it. Each knew her. None of them knew her name.

A dark, intimate crime novel about appetite and concealment, about the arrangements that powerful people make and the women who pay for them, and about what it costs to finally look someone in the face.