09/08/2025
The Scent Of A Lie
Detective Max Dixon knew the smell of fear. It was a copper tang, metallic and sharp, like a fresh wound. He knew deceit, a cloying, sickly-sweet perfume layered over something rotten. He knew anxiety, a sour, acrid prickle that made the air itself seem to vibrate. For twenty years, these invisible emanations had been his compass, guiding him through the labyrinth of human depravity. But for the last three, since the fallout of the Carmichael kidnapping, Max’s own internal compass had spun wildly, leaving him adrift. His instincts, once infallibly sharp, had betrayed him, leading to a tragic misjudgment that cost lives. Now, he trusted only what he could see, touch, or what his unique partners could smell.
His current partner, a hulking Bloodhound named Sherlock, was perhaps the most renowned of the Scent Hounds unit. Retired after a legendary career, Sherlock possessed an almost preternatural ability to detect the nuances of human emotion – a skill that made him an unparalleled olfactory detective....
