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In the dark night of the soul . . . . If Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison hadnt been a woman, she might not have noticed the victims shoes . . . . and that they didnt match the size given on the info sheet now so obviously misidentifying the dead blonde as a hooker named Della Mornay. Being so through, so good at the details, made Jane a top investigator; bei In the dark night of the soul . . . . If Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison hadnt been a woman, she might not have noticed the victims shoes . . . . and that they didnt match the size given on the info sheet now so obviously misidentifying the dead blonde as a hooker named Della Mornay. Being so through, so good at the details, made Jane a top investigator; being a woman made the boys in the squadron want to see her fall on her face. But Jane Tennison was determined to catch the madman stalking women in Londons street shadows. She had a prime suspect, and she needed to make the charges against him stick. She also needed to keep her own secret in check: she couldnt let anyone see that she was falling apart inside, as her obsession with cracking this case and breaking out from under the heel of the station house boys club took over life, destroying her relationship with the man she loved, pushing her closer and closer to the dark urges of a killer . . . .

In the dark night of the soul . . . . If Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison hadnt been a woman, she might not have noticed the victims shoes . . . . and that they didnt match the size given on the info sheet now so obviously misidentifying the dead blonde as a hooker named Della Mornay. Being so through, so good at the details, made Jane a top investigator; bei In the dark night of the soul . . . . If Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison hadnt been a woman, she might not have noticed the victims...  Read More