Prime Suspect (Penguin Joint Venture Readers)

In the dark night of the soul . . . . If  Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison hadn't been a  woman, she might not have noticed the victim's shoes  . . . . and that they didn't 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 London's 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 couldn't 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 boy's club took  over life, destroying her relationship with the man  she loved, pushing her closer and closer to the  dark urges of a killer . . . .