Some call it stalking, I say walking, just extremely close behind, I'm sure if I sat down and asked you, well, you really wouldn't mind

Piers doesn't need a detective sticking their nose in the Deadman's Union. It's the worst possible thing he could ask for, especially right now. He doesn't need the coppers trying to wreck his business, he doesn't need the Trades Union Congress dictating how he runs his crew, and he absolutely doesn't need some private eye sticking their nose where it oughtn't be. So why does he spend so much time fixated on that entrancing detective?

The Black Shuck of London has to figure out a way to deal with cops, union reps, and an infuriatingly persistent private eye while keeping his crew afloat.