“I want you to kill my stepdad” begins Hammers on Bone, Cassandra Khaw’s masterful combination of gritty noir detective story and Lovecraftian cosmic horror. The startling request comes from a young boy named Abel, who slams his piggy bank down on the desk of Detective John Persons to prove he can pay for the hit.
Turns out Abel’s problem is an abusive stepfather, and Persons is the only one he feels he can turn to. Persons helpfully suggests Abel might “tell his mum to call child services,” but the kid, older than his years, is fully aware his stepdad, McKinsey, is much worse than just your average social deviant. He is, in fact, a bonafide monster. Abel also knows why Persons is the only one with a shot at taking him down.
Added to this mix is a younger brother who’s at even higher risk from McKinsey’s abominable intent and Sasha, a pretty waitress who’s been tainted by the vile McKinsey herself.
Persons, a hardboiled London gumshoe, turns out to have a soft spot for kids and ‘skirts’ and finally takes on the case. In a quietly harrowing scene, he interviews McKinsey’s indifferent boss, who acknowledges the man is a menace but shrugs it off, saying “I’ve met worse than him.” After staking out McKinsey’s house (while Downton Abbey plays on t.v. and McKinsey’s wife and children cower in another room), Persons discovers the stepfather poses a threat far greater than he imagined, one that could endanger all London. He has to pull out all his tricks, including shedding his own human form, in order to fight him on anything like equal terms.
Hammers on Bone is a stunning descent into a nightmare unfolding against a backdrop of a diverse, working class London. Khaw throws in a dash of humor, too, as Persons, although living in modern times, likes to flavor his speech with lingo from another era that at times renders him both comical and quaint.
With superb writing and a gripping plot, Hammers on Bone is an occult thriller not to be missed.