The lightening crackled in Alice's hands, humming and hissing loudly. Her eyes were trained on the clowns. If you could call them clowns, that is. They looked more like a slaughterhouse crossed with a circus. Rage filled her body. This was it. She would not let a single one of these monsters out of this building. She would become the very thing she hunted: a serial killer.

Tied together by the whims of fate, for better or for worse, France and England cannot exist without the other. England would rather have sex with a pot of glass shards. France is flirting and drowning his responsibilities in wine. America and Canada are busy writing fanfiction and drawing fanart. Everyone else thinks the world is ending.

The cantankerous, yet brilliant Detective Alice Kirkland and her newest assistant, Francis Bonnefoy, are off to a rough start. She's a woman with secrets, a broken heart and a connection to the Italian Mafia. He's a disowned rich kid who's newly homeless and a single father. Can they patch up their wounds or will London's newest serial killer ruin everything? The game is on.