THE LOST PROPERTY OFFICE​
A novel of indecent ambition

​​​When a French gangster tries to strongarm Raghu into opening his crypto exchange, blood flows on London's streets and Raghu turns to JW, an artful schemer whose thugs, thieves and politicians can fix almost any problem.

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I am JW, owner of the Lost Property Office. People come to me when they have something stolen and wish it returned. I can often assist, especially if one of my gangs does the pinching in the first place.

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Last week I recover embarrassing photos for Raghu, a crypto exchange billionaire, that the public should best not see. Now he is back again. La Marseillaise, a brassy gangster from the hottest part of France, snips off one of his fingers, wishing him to open the accounts of eight Russian oligarchs so she can spark revolution in far off Moscow. Raghu’s men visit her with guns and suggest she depart and pronto, but her bruisers have guns too. Hoxton’s streets soon run red. Raghu is in need of special skills and I, JW, am the fellow who can mend his broken world.

 

Take your seat and hold tight. The fireworks are about to start.