Three years ago, Detective Inspector Vincent Ruiz tried to trace a girl named Mickey Carlyle who was kidnapped from her apartment steps. Although a body was never found, a man in her apartment building was arrested and jailed for murder on the strenghth of a bloody towel and lots of pictures of children on his computer. Somehow, Ruiz never was able to put the case behind him. Then he wakes up in the hospital with a bullet wound in his leg, a missing finger, and anmnesia having been pulled out of the Thames near a blood-covered boat. He was carrying a photo of Mickey Carlyle.
Slowly as his memory returns, he works his way through the previous month, tracing his footsteps and trying to sort out why someone wanted--and still wants--to kill him. In the process, he loses his job, watches a fellow officer's spine get broken by a suspect, prowls the sewers under London, and is forced to admit in court that he never really believed the jailed man really killed Mickey.
Great story, fairly violent, rather unbelievable at points, but good. I've left out the bits about his mother--a WONDERFUL character in every sense!--his childhood and brother, the Nazis, and his psychologist friend with Parkinson's. Lots to chew on in this thriller.
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