Jack Brogan earned his nickname 'Blood' on the icy shores of the Falkland Islands, a name forged in a conflict he'd rather forget. Now, in the quiet cathedral city of Norwich, 1987, he's just a Detective Constable hoping for a peaceful life. But peace is a luxury a serial killer won't allow. A shadow is stalking the streets, leaving a trail of bodies and a chilling calling card: a perfectly sharpened piece of flint. Each victim is a mystery. Each shard of stone, a silent accusation. As the body count rises, Brogan is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: the killer isn't just a stranger. They know his past. They know the secrets buried with the ghosts of the Falklands. To catch a killer, Brogan must dive back into the darkness he escaped, or risk losing everything he fought to protect. In a game of shadows and secrets, the line between hunter and hunted is as sharp as flint and as red as blood.