Watching the Dark (Inspector Alan Banks Series #20)

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One of the premier masters of modern British crime, New York Times bestselling author Peter Robinson brings back Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks and his colleague DI Annie Cabbot in a complex case involving corruption, a dead cop, and a missing girl

Watching the Dark

A decorated detective inspector is murdered on the tranquil grounds of the St. Peter's Police Treatment Centre, shot through the heart with a crossbow arrow, and compromising ...

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Overview

One of the premier masters of modern British crime, New York Times bestselling author Peter Robinson brings back Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks and his colleague DI Annie Cabbot in a complex case involving corruption, a dead cop, and a missing girl

Watching the Dark

A decorated detective inspector is murdered on the tranquil grounds of the St. Peter's Police Treatment Centre, shot through the heart with a crossbow arrow, and compromising photographs are discovered in his room. Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks is well aware that he must handle the highly sensitive—and dangerously explosive—investigation with the utmost discretion.

Because the case may involve police corruption, an officer from Professional Standards, Inspector Joanna Passero, has arrived to work with Banks and his team. Though he tries to keep an open mind and offer his full cooperation, the dedicated Banks and his practical investigative style clash with Passero's cool demeanor and by-the- book professionalism. All too soon, the seasoned detective finds himself under uncomfortable scrutiny, his methods second-guessed.

As Banks digs deeper into the life and career of the victim, a decorated cop and recent widower named Bill Quinn, he comes to believe that Quinn's murder may be linked to an unsolved missing persons case. Six years earlier, a pretty nineteen-year-old English girl named Rachel Hewitt made national headlines when she disappeared without a trace in Tallinn, Estonia. Convinced that finding the truth about Rachel will lead to Quinn's killer, Banks follows a twisting trail of clues that lead from England to the dark, cobbled alleys of Tallinn's Old Town. But the closer he seems to solving the complicated cold case, the more it becomes clear that someone doesn't want the past stirred up.

While Banks prowls the streets of Tallinn, DI Annie Cabbot, recovered from her near-fatal shooting and back at the station in Eastvale, is investigating a migrant labor scam involving corrupt bureaucrats and a loan shark who feeds on the poor. As evidence in each investigation mounts, Banks realizes the two are linked—and that solving them may put even more lives, including his own, in jeopardy.

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Editorial Reviews

The New York Times Book Review - Marilyn Stasio
In a bold departure from his normally provincial style, Robinson shows a keen awareness of the global reach of crime…Robinson's methodical plotting skills are well suited to this complicated story…
Publishers Weekly
The crossbow murder of Det. Insp. Bill Quinn on the grounds of St. Peter's Police Convalescence and Treatment Center outside Leeds propels Robinson's highly satisfying 20th novel featuring Det. Chief Insp. Alan Banks (after 2010's Bad Boy). Compromising photos of Quinn with a possibly underage female and rumors that he was a "bent copper" cast doubts on his integrity, and lead to Insp. Joanna Passero from Professional Standards joining the investigation. Possible links to a case that haunted Quinn, the unsolved disappearance of a young West Yorkshire woman in Tallinn, Estonia, six years earlier, and a second murder related to the first prompt Banks and Passero to travel to Tallinn in search of clues. Meanwhile, Det. Insp. Annie Cabbot, now recovered from injuries suffered in a previous book, provides solid help on the home front. Though not up to Robinson's best, this entry smoothly blends careful police work and astute psychological observations. Agent: Dominick Abel, Dominick Abel Literary. (Jan.)
Kirkus Reviews
The death of a fellow officer sends DCI Alan Banks (Bad Boy, 2010, etc.) looking for secrets in every corner of Eastvale and eventually as far afield as Estonia. Why would someone track recently widowed DI Bill Quinn to a police convalescent center and shoot an arrow into his chest? Banks, convinced that the murder must have to do with one of Quinn's old cases, isn't sure which case holds the key until a second murder provides the clue. Mihkel Lepikson, a freelance journalist from the Estonian town of Tallinn, bonded with Quinn six years ago when they both investigated the disappearance of Rachel Hewitt, a bridesmaid who got separated from the rest of her hen party during a pub crawl in Tallinn and was never seen again. Now the reporter is dead, evidently tortured and drowned in a building that's most recently been used to warehouse the immigrants brought into the country to work for the substandard wages Roderick Flinders' employment agency pays and then railroaded into dead-end loans by obliging shark Warren Corrigan. Most disturbing of all for Banks, however, is that he's sent to Estonia not with DI Annie Cabbot, just returned from her own long convalescence, but with Inspector Joanna Passero of Professional Standards, who's been attached to the investigation to determine whether Bill Quinn might have been a bent copper. Robinson cuts back and forth between Banks and Passero's adventures in Estonia and Annie's inquiries back home. The result is a patient unraveling of sad but unsurprising developments that provide Rachel's parents with that most overrated of all aspects of justice: closure. The tale unfolds realistically but uncompellingly, with Banks the only truly memorable character this time around.
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The Inspector Banks novels have received numerous awards for their crisp narratives, breath-taking action, and atmospheric settings
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062004802
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/8/2013
  • Series: Inspector Alan Banks Series , #20
  • Pages: 354
  • Sales rank: 1,362,394
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Peter Robinson's award-winning Inspector Banks novels have been named a "Best Book of the Year" by Publishers Weekly, a "Notable Book" by the New York Times, and a "Page Turner of the Week" by People. Robinson was born and brought up in Yorkshire, and now divides his time between North America and the U.K.

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Watching the Dark


By Peter Robinson

HarperCollins Publishers

Copyright © 2013 Peter Robinson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-06-200480-2


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CHAPTER 1

On nights when pain kept her awake, Lorraine Jenson would get up around dawn and go outside to sit on one of the wicker chairs before anyone else in the center was stirring. With a tartan blanket wrapped around her shoulders to keep out the early-morning chill, she would listen to the birds sing as she enjoyed a cup of Earl Grey, the aromatic steam curling from its surface, its light, delicious scent filling her nostrils. She would smoke her first cigarette of the day, always the best one.

Some mornings, the small artificial lake below the sloping lawn was covered in mist, which shrouded the trees on the other side. Other times, the water was a still, dark mirror that reflected the detail of every branch and leaf perfectly. On this fine April morning, the lake was clear, though the water's surface was ruffled by a cool breeze, and the reflections wavered.

Lorraine felt her pain slough off like a layer of dead skin as the pain killers kicked in, and the tea and cigarette soothed her frayed nerves. She placed her mug on the low wrought iron table beside her chair and adjusted the blanket around her shoulders. She was facing south, and the sun was creeping over the hill through the trees on her left. Soon the spell would be broken. She would hear the sounds of people getting up in the building behind her, voices calling, doors opening, showers running, toilets flushing, and another day to be got through would begin.

As the light grew stronger, she thought she could see something, like a bundle of clothes, on the ground at the edge of the woods on the far side of the lake. That was unusual, as Barry, the head groundsman and general estate manager, was proud of his artificial lake and his natural woodlands, so much so that some people complained he spent far more time down there than he did keeping the rest of the extensive grounds neat and tidy.

Lorraine squinted, but she couldn't bring the object into clearer focus. Her vision was still not quite what it had been. Gripping the arms of her chair, she pushed herself to her feet, gritting her teeth at the red hot pokers of pain that seared through her left leg, despite the Oxycontin, then she took hold of her crutch and made her way down the slope. The grass was still wet with dew, and she felt it fresh and cool on her bare ankles as she walked.

When she got to the water's edge, she took the cinder path that skirted the lake and soon arrived on the other side, at the edge of the woods, which began only a few feet away from the water. Even before then, she had recognized what it was that lay huddled there. Though she had seen dead bodies before, she had never actually stumbled across one. She was alone with the dead now, for the first time since she had stood by her father's coffin in the funeral home.

Lorraine held her breath. Silence. She thought she heard a rustling deep in the woods, and a shiver of fear rippled through her. If the body were a victim of murder, then the killer might still be out there, watching her. She remained completely still for about a minute, until she was certain there was nobody in the woods. She heard the rustling again and saw a fox making its way through the undergrowth.

Now that she was at the scene, Lorraine's training kicked in. She was wary of disturbing anything, so she kept her distance. Much as she wanted to move in closer and examine the body, see if it was someone she knew, she restrained herself. There was nothing she could do, she told herself; the way he - for it was definitely a man - was kneeling with his body bent forward, head touching the ground like a parody of a Muslim at prayer, there was no way he was still alive. The best thing she could do was stay here and protect the scene. Murder or not, it was definitely a suspicious death, and whatever she did, she could not screw up now. Cursing the pain that rippled through her leg whenever she moved, Lorraine fumbled for her mobile in her jeans pocket and phoned Eastvale police station.

There was something about Bach that suited the early morning perfectly, DCI Alan Banks thought as he drove out of Gratly toward the St. Peter's Police Convalescence and Treatment Center, four miles north of Eastvale, shortly after dawn that morning. He needed something to wake him up and keep his attention engaged, get the old gray cells buzzing, but nothing too loud, nothing too jarring or emotionally taxing. Alina Ibragimova's CD of Bach's sonatas and partitas for violin was just right. Bach both soothed and stimulated the mind at once. Banks knew St. Peter's. He had visited Annie Cabbot there several times during her recent convalescence. Just a few short months ago he had seen her in tears trying to walk on crutches, and now she was due back at work on Monday. He was looking forward to that; life had been dull for the past while without her.

He took the first exit from the roundabout and drove alongside the wall for about a hundred yards before arriving at the arched entrance and turning left on the tarmac drive. There was no gate or gatehouse, but the first officers to arrive on the scene had quite rightly taped off the area. A young PC waved Banks down to check his ID and note his name and time of entry on a clipboard before lifting the tape and letting him through.

Driving up to the car park was like arriving at a luxury spa hotel, Banks had always thought when he visited Annie. It was no different today. St. Peter's presented a broad south facing facade at the top of the rise that led down to the lake and surrounding woods. Designed by a firm of Leeds architects, with Vanbrugh in mind, and built of local stone in the late nineteenth century, it was three stories high and had a flagged portico, complete with simple Doric columns at the front and two wings, east and west. Though not so extensive as some other local examples, the grounds were landscaped very much in the style and spirit of Capability Brown, with the lake and woods and rolling lawns. There was even a folly. To the west, beyond the trees and lawns, the outlines of Swainsdale's hills and fells could be seen, forming a backdrop of what the Japanese called borrowed scenery, which merged nature with art.

The forensic team had got there before Banks, which seemed odd until he remembered that a detective inspector had made the initial call. Kitted out in disposable white coveralls, they were already going about their business. The crime scene photographer, Peter Darby, was at work with his battered old Nikon SLR and his ultramodern digital video recorder. Most So Cos - or CSIs, as they now liked to be called - also took their own digital photos and videos when they searched a scene, but though Peter Darby accepted the use of video, he shunned digital photography as being far too susceptible to tampering and error. It made him a bit of a dinosaur, and one or two of the younger techies cracked jokes behind his back. He could counter by boasting that he had never had any problems with his evidence in court, and he had never lost an image because of computer problems. DI Lorraine Jenson, a lone, hunched figure resting her weight on a crutch by the water's edge and jotting in her notebook, stood with two other people about five or six yards away from the body. Banks knew her slightly from a case he had worked a few months ago that crossed the border into Humberside, where she worked. Not long ago, he had heard, she'd had a run-in with a couple of drug dealers in a tower block, which ended with her falling from a second-floor balcony. She had sustained multiple fractures of her left leg, but after surgery, the cast and physio, she would be back at work soon enough.

"What a turn-up," she said. "Me finding a body."

Banks gestured toward the CSIs. "I see you've already called in the lads."

"Judgment call. I thought it best not to waste any time. The divisional duty inspector made all the decisions." She turned to introduce the others. "By the way, this is Barry Sadler, estate manager, and Mandy Pemberton, the night nurse."

Banks greeted them, then asked them if they would mind returning to the main building, where they would be asked for statements. Still in shock, they headed up the slope.

"Who's the crime scene manager?" Banks asked Lorraine.

"Stefan Nowak."

"Excellent." Stefan Nowak was one of the best. He would protect his scene to the death, if necessary, but he was still a delight to work with, Banks found, a charming, witty and intelligent man. Banks glanced toward the body, slumped forward by the tree line. "Know who he is?"

"Not yet," said Lorraine. "But I might when I see his face. If he's from here, that is."

It was too early for Dr. Glendenning, the Home Office pathologist, who lived in Saltburn, so the police surgeon, Dr. Burns, knelt over the body making notes in his little black book. Banks squatted beside him and watched, hands on his knees.

"Ah, Alan," said Burns. "I'd like to get him turned over, if I may?"

"Peter Darby finished with his camera?"

"Yes."

Banks studied the body for a few moments and, finding nothing particularly interesting or unusual about it except for its odd position, helped Dr. Burns. Carefully, they turned the body over on its back. As soon as they had done so, they exchanged puzzled glances. Banks stood up. He heard Lorraine Jenson, hovering over them, give a faint gasp.

Something was sticking out of the man's chest. On first appearances, it resembled the kind of wooden stake that Van Helsing wielded to kill vampires in the old Hammer films, though it had feathers on the end, like an arrow. But it was too deeply embedded to be an ordinary arrow. "Looks like a crossbow bolt," said Banks.

"I think you're right," Dr. Burns agreed.

"We don't get many of those around these parts." In fact, Banks couldn't remember ever investigating a crossbow murder before. "I can hardly say it's my area of expertise, either," said Dr. Burns. "I'm sure Dr. Glendenning will be able to tell you more, once he gets him on the table." Dr. Burns stood up. His knees cracked. "From the position and angle, I'd say it almost certainly pierced his heart. He would have died almost instantaneously. Of course, he might have been poisoned first, but there are no apparent signs of strangulation, bruising or other physical trauma."

"Do you reckon he was killed here, or was he moved after death?" Dr. Burns unbuttoned the man's shirt and examined the shoulders and chest area. "These are lividity marks, hypostasis, which means he's been in this position for some time, and the blood has pooled here. But I can't say for certain. Not until Dr. Glendenning does the PM. It certainly seems as if he dropped to his knees, then keeled over and fell forward, so that his head rested on the ground. You can see there are traces of blood on the grass there, approximately where his heart would have been directly above it. That's consistent with his injuries. There isn't much blood. Most of the bleeding will have been internal." Dr. Burns pointed toward the woods. "The shot probably came from where those CSIs are working around that tree, say fifty, sixty feet away. Hard to miss at that range, but it means your shooter could also stay hidden by the trees, in case anyone from the center happened to be watching out of a window."

Banks glanced at Lorraine Jenson, who was still staring, horrified, at the crossbow bolt in the man's chest. "He seems vaguely familiar to me," said Banks, "but I've met a lot of coppers in my time. Do you recognize him now, Lorraine?"

Lorraine nodded slowly, a little pale. "It's Bill," she said. "DI Bill Quinn. He was a patient here, too."

"Bloody hell," said Banks. "Bill Quinn. I thought I recognized him."

"You knew him, too?"

"Only in passing. He worked out of Millgarth, in Leeds, with DI Ken Blackstone." Banks paused and turned back to Dr. Burns, who was busy with his thermometer. "Time of death?"

"As usual, I can't be really precise. You've seen the lividity. Rigor's started, but it isn't complete yet. Judging by the temperature, I'd say he's been dead about seven or eight hours. I'd guess that he was killed no later than one in the morning, say, and no earlier than eleven last night. Of course, that's only an estimate. You might do better pinning down his movements, such as when he was last seen. It shouldn't be too difficult in a place like this."

"Just hoping you might be able to save us some time."

"Sorry. Perhaps—"

"Actually, you have," said Banks. "Two hours is a pretty good window to work with. Wouldn't it have been too dark for the killer to shoot?"

"As I said, the killer was probably pretty close," Dr. Burns answered. "Maybe even closer than I estimated. It was a clear night, and there was a bright three-quarters moon, very few clouds. The victim would have made an easy enough target against the backdrop of the building, especially if the killer knew his way around a crossbow. I don't think it would have been too difficult at all."

Banks squatted again and went through the dead man's pockets. He found nothing and decided that that, in itself, was odd. When he mentioned it, Dr. Burns said, "Maybe he left his stuff in his room? You don't usually need your wallet and mobile if you're just nipping out for a quick walk before bedtime."
(Continues...)


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  • Posted January 8, 2013

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    Highly recommended

    The 20th entry in the wonderful Inspector Banks series by Peter Robinson opens with the shocking killing of one of Banks’ colleagues, a decorated detective inspector, on the grounds of St. Peter’s Police Convalescence and Treatment Center, where he was a patient. The Major Crimes Unit, or Homicide and Major Inquiry Team, as it was now known, operating out of Eastvale, is assigned, the investigative team once again including DS Winsome Jackman (“all six feet something of her”), DC Gerry Masterson, and DI Annie Cabbot, Banks’ close friend, who is just returning from a convalescence after having survived her own brutal wounds and subsequent convalescence in events described in a prior entry in the series.

    Because there had recently been a hint of police corruption, Inspector Joanna Passero, of Professional Standards [the equivalent of the American IAB], is assigned to work with Banks. Their working relationship, perhaps understandably, is an ambivalent one, at least initially. Very shortly, another murder takes place, and there are indications that the two killings may be related. Another angle that comes into play is a six-year-old cold case involving Rachel Hewitt, a 19-year-old English girl who seemingly “disappeared off the face of the earth” in Tallinn, Estonia, a case that had haunted the dead inspector for the intervening years, having been involved in the investigation at its inception in Tallinn.

    The author expertly juxtaposes the lines of investigation, with Annie and her colleagues handling the Eastvale aspect of the case, and Banks the second killing, which appears to involve illegal migrant labor activities, ultimately taking him to Estonia, though he is warned not to get diverted by the Hewitt case. Following his instincts, as always, Banks is determined to do his best to bring closure to the girl’s parents if at all possible. A complex plot, carried off in smooth fashion, in a book that is highly recommended.

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  • Posted February 11, 2013

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    His Usual High Standard

    The latest in the DCI Banks series is certainly up to the high standards set by the previous entries. Robinson presents a fast paced well written puzzle and this book is certainly not a disappointment to his fans.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    Always a good read.

    Interesting story line and always well written by this author. Love his books so much I ordered this one in advance of the release date.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 19, 2014

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    This is book 20 in the Inspector Banks series, but it read very

    This is book 20 in the Inspector Banks series, but it read very well as a stand alone.  It did refer to previous events, but if anything, it just made me want to go back and read the earlier books to find out what had really happened. 




    You are given a lot of information in this book, and discover things in the same order as the police.  It seems to move slowly at times, but the whole book takes place in a little over a weeks time.  I enjoyed the way that the author brought together the pieces necessary for DCI Banks to solve his case. 




    I liked the friendship between Banks and Annie and got the sense that there is a romantic history there and that it maybe isn't completely over.  Joanna Passero is also introduced in this book.  She is from Professional Standards (Internal Affairs) and Banks does not really want her around.  His brusque manner with her slowly evolves into a working relationship, but she keeps her personal life close to her vest. I have a feeling we will see more of her in the series. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2013

    Disappointing

    Rather slow,over long, and drawn out

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  • Posted April 5, 2013

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    I've been a fan of the Inspector Banks series for years, having

    I've been a fan of the Inspector Banks series for years, having read every one since the first. But this one was quite weak, as was the previous Banks title (Bad Boy) and the out-of-series one between those two (Before the Poison). Robinson seems to be mailing them in at this point, and I think I'll skip the next ones. Sadly.

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  • Posted February 18, 2013

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    Reviewed by Alice DiNizo for Readers' Favorite Peter Robinson d

    Reviewed by Alice DiNizo for Readers' Favorite

    Peter Robinson delights readers with the return of his Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks who shows his love of classical music and the ability to solve even the most difficult of crimes. In "Watching the Dark", Inspector Banks teams up with D.A. Winsome, fellow officer and sometime love Annie Cabot, and his superior Catherine Gervaise as under the watchful eye of Inspector Joanna Passero from Professional Standards, he looks into the crossbow murder of Detective Inspector Bill Quinn while he is a patient at the St. Peter's Police Treatment Center. Bill Quinn has been an excellent police officer but has always been troubled by one of his unsolved cases of some years back. Young, pretty Rachel Hewitt disappeared six years earlier while on a trip with girlfriends to Tallinn, Estonia, and Quinn was never able to solve her disappearance even though he traveled to Estonia in the hope of finding Rachel Hewitt's body. Disturbing photos show up of Bill Quinn with a young woman, decidedly not his wife, and then Mihkel Lepikson, the reporter who covered Rachel's case, is murdered. Can Alan Banks find out what exactly is happening now and what happened to Rachel Hewitt those six years past?

    "Watching the Dark" is Peter Robinson at his very best as all his 'Detective Alan Banks' stories always seem to be. Banks, Annie Cabot, D.A. Winsome, Catherine Gervaise, newcomer Joanna Passero and the characters in this story, which reaches back to when Bill Quinn and Mihkel Lepikson actively followed Rachel Hewitt's disappearance, are all believable and well-created. The dialogue and the plot line with its twists and turns appear to be created by a master writer. Readers will always put Peter Robinson's works on their "must read" lists and now "Watching the Dark" belongs there as well.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 15, 2013

    Another fine book by Peter Robinson

    I have been reading this series for many years and eagerly await each new book. The characters are all well drawn, the plotting is smooth, the writing seems as if it was effortless. I love returning to this universe and this book, Watching in the Dark, lived up to my high expectations of this author.

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  • Posted February 7, 2013

    Watching the Dark Peter Robinson ISBN: 978-0-06-200480-2 2013 *g

    Watching the Dark
    Peter Robinson
    ISBN: 978-0-06-200480-2
    2013
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    When a detective inspector is murdered while at St. Peter’s Police Treatment Center Chief Inspector Alan Banks leads the investigation not knowing how deep the trail will lead. Murder is not the only crime being investigated as Chief Inspector Banks will soon find out when an officer from Professional Standards, investigating allegations of police corruption, intrudes in the case. As he gets close to answers more questions and possible suspects materialize and it’s a struggle to remember his prime objective.
    This one started out really slow for me. The mystery intrigued me right away so I kept reading and by the time I was a little more than halfway through the book it grabbed me. Usually this type of novel will suck me in and keep me turning pages, but this one I thought about giving up on; I am glad I didn’t. This is my first Peter Robinson book so that could explain the problem since there are 19 more Alan Banks novels before this one. I enjoyed the characters, well I should say a few of the minor characters, and that helped it along while getting to the bottom of the murder. There were a few side stories that were as interesting as the original plot and by the end I felt good about the whole thing. I like an author who can juggle multiple side stories within one plot. So overall I ended up liking this one more than I thought I would and will gladly recommend it.

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