Sinopsis

Peter Grant is not just a lowly detective Constable, heÂ’s also apprenticed to the last wizard in Britain: policing will never be the same again! I was my dadÂ’s vinyl-wallah: I changed his records while he lounged around drinking tea, and thatÂ’s how I know my Argo from my Tempo. And itÂ’s why, when Dr Walid called me to the morgue to listen to a corpse, I recognised the tune it was playing. Something violently supernatural had happened to the victim, strong enough to leave its imprint like a wax cylinder recording. Cyrus Wilkinson, part-time jazz saxophonist and full-time accountant, had apparently dropped dead of a heart attack just after finishing a gig in a Soho jazz club. He wasnÂ’t the first.