What a welcome change from the energetic staccato style of many modern thrillers is this, Rennie Airth’s second book. No short thudding sentences for him, no relentless brutality and spattered swear-words, more a leisurely, gentlemanly unfurling of a story which yet is as bloody and grim as any.
The rape and murder of a Surrey schoolgirl, her face hammered beyond recognition, tax the police from the local constabulary.
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