This is the twelfth West Country crime novel featuring the black detective Wesley Peterson. Personally I cannot understand why he, or indeed the author, are not household names. They all have an historical sub-plot, are intriguing, full of twists, and just what good crime writing should be. She probably needs a TV series to make her better known but in the absence of that, please spread the word – I think she’s great.
Never has DI Wesley Peterson witnessed such a bizarre crime scene. The victim, Charles Marrick, has been murdered, his body drained of blood. Described by those who knew him as 'evil', it seems that Wesley isn't going to have any shortage of suspects - until a popular local vet is murdered in an identical fashion - and a third body is discovered many miles away.
