The author of Get Carter returns to his greatest invention, a smooth-operating hardcase named Jack Carter, who is about to burn a city down in order to silence an informant…

London. The late 1960s. It’s Christmas and Jack Carter’s the top man in a crime syndicate headed by two brothers, Gerald and Les Fletcher. He’s also a worried man. The fact that he’s sleeping with Gerald’s wife, Audrey, and that they plan on someday running away together with a lot of the brothers’ money, doesn’t have Jack concerned. Instead it’s an informant - one of his own men - that has him losing sleep. The grass has enough knowledge about the firm to not only bring down Gerald and Les but Jack as well. Jack doesn’t like his name in the mouth of that sort.

‘This is vintage British pulp fiction at its fast, furious and thoroughly sleazy best’ - Guardian

‘His characters have no tenderness, the settings are bleak, but this isn’t pulp fiction - it’s real writing’ - Times

‘The book is outstanding: Lewis… judges perfectly when to horrify the reader and when to hold back’ -

Telegraph

‘Jack Carter’s Law is even tougher and more uncompromising than its famous predecessor’ - Max Alan Collins

‘Ted Lewis cuts to the bone’ - James Sallis

‘An example of how dangerous writing can really be when it is done properly… By preferring to look the street straight in the face instead of peeping at it from behind an upstairs curtain, Ted Lewis cleared a road straight through the black jungle’ - Derek Raymond