Thé publicity blurb for my new novel:

« I am unique. I belong to a tribe of one. »
So says Hare Yehuda Felatu at the opening of his autobiography. Born in 1930, his mother was a Jewish socialist intellectual, his father a New Zealand Maori All-black rugby star.He goes on to give an account of his remarkable (if invisible) life from being caught up in the Battle of Cable Street as an infant to becoming one of the habitués of Soho’s Colony Room in the 1950s where he became a friend, model and bodyguard to Francis Bacon; to working for the Kray Twins in the 1960s and being befriended in the 1970s and 80s by the likes of Lord Boothby, Princess Margaret and members of Margaret Thatcher’s government.

So, how does he end up dead on a London street in 2001?

Becky Stone, a young historian, becomes obsessed with Felatu partly because of the research she is doing for an exhibition on 1950s bohemian Soho. And so, she begins her own investigation into Felatu’s murder, during which she meets David Reznikoff who has known Felatu since the1950s. Through him, she discovers the manuscript of Felatu’s autobiography.

Will it reveal clues as to who murdered him and why?