Hmmm, no.... I'm looking for a new British crime author to read, and tried this author. I won't be going back.
This book reminded me a fair bit of the Inspector Linley mysteries, in as much as there's one person who you wouldn't expect to be there (in this case a Brummie in the countryside), someone with a bit of a chip on her shoulder, a guy who knows has specialist knowledge of things a downtrodden city type wouldn't get (in this case he isn't rich, but is better suited it seems to country policing), and someone with a complete inferiority complex.
The book itself sees Cooper and Fry investigate the death of a "wide-boy" horse dealer in the middle of a field, while a hunt (and various saboteurs) do what they do nearby. Did the hunt have anything to do with it? Were the saboteurs involved? Was it someone else completely? Someone related to his "wide-boy" ways? Well the book helps us find out.
The problem I had with this book is that I liked neither of the two main investigators. Fry is the sergeant. She good at interviews, and seems to run a decent enough investigation, but has few social skills, is convinced, it seems, that people are out to do her down (which is phenomenally big headed), and seems incapable of adjusting to country policing. More worryingly, she seems incapable of working out how to manage the adjustment.
Cooper, in comparison, seems incapable of managing his sergeant. He gets the locals better, but can't seem to help himself, when it comes passing on this local colour (he seems particularly good at putting his foot in his mouth when communicating with his line manager).
I wouldn't mind this, if this was the first book in the series, but this is the nineth book, and I would have hoped/expected that Fry and Cooper would have managed to work together effectively by now.