Name change from Christopher to Chris, but this is the Brookmyre - writing straight crime it seems. From the first few chapters I read last night there's just the slightly feeling of that dry, sarcastic humour so well loved by fans of his books.
From the Blurb:
Detective Catherine McLeod was always taught that in Glasgow, they don't do whodunit. They do score-settling. They do vendettas. They do petty revenge.
It's a lesson that has served her well, but Glasgow is also a dangerous place to make assumptions. Either way she looks at it, she recognises that the discovery of a dead drug-dealer in a back alley is merely a portent of further deaths to come.
It didn't seem like Glasgow.
Detective Catherine McLeod recognises that the discovery of a dead drug-dealer in a back alley is merely a portent of further deaths to come. Elsewhere, aspiring actress Jasmine Sharp is reluctantly earning a crust working for her uncle Jim's private investigation business. When Jim goes missing, Jasmine has to investigate for real.