Monday, July 22, 2019

Murder in the graveyard: Innocent Grave by Peter Robinson

     Peter Robinson. Innocent Graves (1997) The vicar’s wife, drunk on wine and guilt, talking to the angel on the mausoleum in the graveyard, discovers the body of 16-year-old Deborah Harrison. Owen Pierce, a stranger seen nearby, becomes the prime suspect. Banks’s work is complicated by class and privilege, a status-conscious Chief Constable, witnesses whose personal problems fracture their evidence, the arrival of a new Detective Inspector who has every qualification except a sense of what people are really like. A second murder complicates the case even more. The usual obstacles.
    
     Robinson handles the linked plots with his usual skill. This is a series I’ve been enjoying. I’ve found not quite half of the books here and there, and am reading them in writing order. Well done. ***

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