Somewhere in the teeming heart of London is a man on a lethal mission. His cause: a
long-overdue lesson on the importance of manners. When a man gives a public tongue-lashing to a
misbehaving child or a parking lot attendant is rude to a series of customers the Manners
Killer makes sure that the next thing either sees is the beginning of his own grisly end. When
he starts mailing letters to the Southeast London police squad he'll soon find out just how
bad a man's manners can get. The Southeast is dominated by the perpetual sneer of one Inspector
Brant and while he might or might not agree with the killer's cause and can even forgive his
tactics to some degree Brant is just ornery enough to employ his trademark brand of amoral
borderline-criminal policing to the hunt for the Manners Killer. For if there's one thing that
drives the incomparable inspector it's the unshakeable conviction that if anyone is going to
be getting away with murder on his patch it'll be Brant himself thank you very much. Ken
Bruen's Calibre is original and astonishing hard-boiled noir.
