Harry Heape is an artist, a visionary and a very successful none of your businessman. He was raised by a pack of European wolves on the North York moors. They treated him as one of their own, allowing him to stay in their cave and protecting him while he slept. As a result, Harry grew up to be an unpredictable hunter, someone who sleeps alone and who cannot be tethered, tamed or diluted.
When he was a little boy, Harry dreamed of being a writer, and a Police dog. Now that he has written his first book he is contacting Police forces up and down the country to try and make the second part of his childhood dream come true. Criminals, rapscallions, and vagabonds beware.
A shy and quiet man, Harry lives and writes in deepest, darkest Hahahahalifax where he spends any spare time that he has playing sweet bassoon music, collecting Crocs, and volunteering at his local monkey prison. He hopes that you like his book.