One of the quoted reviews notes this was an “auspicious” debut, and I will go along with that. The book starts well, with a nice tension between the expected cozy setting, and a “corrupt town” plot line that comes from USA pulp fiction, with a liberal dollop of U.K. class consciousness. The boy hero is a cop on the fast track to promotion, who comes from the laboring classes and so is in constant friction with his snooty status conscious wife who comes from money. The girl hero is a conscientious social worker who loves our hero with a very British suppressed passion, and who just knows that the mentally challenged lad our hero just arrested for murder didn't do it. The town, a Yorkshire industrial center in decline, seems quiet, but both social conflict and an environmental catastrophe boils underneath.
However, every thriller must have a plot, and when this one kicks into full gear in the second half of the novel, it becomes a rather overcooked evil corporation affair, and the interesting background fades away as the killings, attempted killings, hero-framing, and hero private life problems take over the narrative. The result is good for the beach or the rapid transit, and suggestive of better things to come. But the better things are mostly excluded from these pages.