The Creepers — John Creasey

THE INSPECTOR LOOKED AT THE TWO BODIES…

The woman lay in a crumbled heap by the far side of her bed, face showing. There was thick, coagulated blood on her breasts and her nightdress, and across one hand that lay limply on the carpet. Her husband was still in the opposite bed, his throat cut…

Another grisly strand in the web of violence that a band of hoodlums was spreading over the city -- a web that must be destroyed before all hell broke loose!

But how?