Four numbered the murder scenes and investigating protagonists.
Four numbered the narrative threads, laid next to each other; they were linked through recurring elements and deft transitions.
The series kept the pacing steady by transitioning from one thread to an appropriate point in the next.
The first issue opened in 2014, in London's East End. It set the scene up through the Met's Detective Sergeant Shahara Hasan..

.. and halted her thread on the discovery of its body.

It then jumped into the next one on the same note:

(The art also jumped, from Meghan Hetrick to Dean Ormston.)
There wasn't much time to spend in each thread, since they got equal time. Consequently, everything was told succinctly, without cinematic elaboration.
Inspector Hillinghead's thread paused on an ominous note, sounded abruptly.

The next one picked up just as abruptly:

It walked quickly through the broken future, somberly rendered by Tula Lotay.
It left off on the investigator's investigating being interrupted:
The verbal baton it handed off was picked up by the last thread, drawn by Phil Winslade:

(This guy's a cop; he's got a secret worse than this.)
The body it was concerned with was unearthed by a bit of rain from above exploding when it came down.

It's a neat seven more issues after this, even if everything does come out a little too neatly.
(Oh yes, pagecount- 8 of 24.)
Four numbered the narrative threads, laid next to each other; they were linked through recurring elements and deft transitions.
The series kept the pacing steady by transitioning from one thread to an appropriate point in the next.
The first issue opened in 2014, in London's East End. It set the scene up through the Met's Detective Sergeant Shahara Hasan..

.. and halted her thread on the discovery of its body.

It then jumped into the next one on the same note:

(The art also jumped, from Meghan Hetrick to Dean Ormston.)
There wasn't much time to spend in each thread, since they got equal time. Consequently, everything was told succinctly, without cinematic elaboration.
Inspector Hillinghead's thread paused on an ominous note, sounded abruptly.

The next one picked up just as abruptly:

It walked quickly through the broken future, somberly rendered by Tula Lotay.
It left off on the investigator's investigating being interrupted:
The verbal baton it handed off was picked up by the last thread, drawn by Phil Winslade:

(This guy's a cop; he's got a secret worse than this.)
The body it was concerned with was unearthed by a bit of rain from above exploding when it came down.

It's a neat seven more issues after this, even if everything does come out a little too neatly.
(Oh yes, pagecount- 8 of 24.)
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Date: 2015-10-25 03:39 am (UTC)My review is here: http://www.skjam.com/2015/07/07/comic-book-review-bodies/