Jadon Glover, is described by his wife as the perfect husband. When he fails to return home one night (only missing for 3 hours) the police are called to investigate. The distressed wife is beautiful, very much a trophy wife who, at her husband’s insistence, no longer works. Initially DI Joanna Piercy and her DS, Mike Korpanski are skeptical about the perfect husband and as their inquiries progress all is not as it seems.
The investigation of Jadon’s movements before his disappearance takes the police to a warren of streets comprised of Victorian terraced houses, and a small children’s play area all overshadowed by a derelict Mill – a scary, desperate place for desperate people. As the story unfolds, DI Joanne Piercy concentrates her inquiries to the inhabitants of these crooked streets, Jadon’s wife, and his colleagues.
This is the setting that is crucial to the book 'The Crooked Street' and Priscilla Masters could not have given a bigger clue. The names of the streets, the routes taken by Jadon as he carried out his work, are repeated again, and again. Such repetition should lead to a clear picture of these streets, but even now it eludes me – all I can recall is the cul-de-sac. I don’t believe this to be an oversight by the author, but a clever device to underscore the cramped environment, and the cramped lives of her cast of suspects.
Written in a simplistic style the book nevertheless has clarity - not a difficult read, but this simplicity is another device used to distract the reader. The answer is there, hidden in plain text.
I look forward to reading more of Ms Masters works.