Dimensions
165 x 242 x 38mm
It was a bizarre and beautiful vision. Suddenly, from nowhere, the Foreigners were everywhere. They brought with them the technological marvel of Crystech, at once a power source and a building material of unearthly beauty.
They banished all our worries and heralded a new utopia. All they asked of us was that we sing to them. And now, in a room in one of the hotels on the gleaming white streets of New Venice, one of the Foreigners has been found dead, its robes and mask lying empty on the plush carpet next to the body of the Siren it had paid to sing to it.
Jerry Parry, late of the Metropolitan police, now of the Foreign Policy Police is under pressure to find out what happened before news gets out to the public, or before it happens again and the Foreigners go, giving us back disharmony and perhaps, freedom.
