Peter Robinson is a master of the police procedural, and he wastes no time getting started here. DI Alan Banks arrives on the crime scene, a deserted railway viaduct, where the crime scene personnel show him the corpse of a scruffy man, cause of death probably a push off the bridge over the disused track. But why does this man, who looks like a vagrant, have £5,000 in crisp notes in his pocket?
Banks feels strangely drawn to the case after he visits victim's nearby tiny cottage, with its sparse furnishings, but broad collection of books and music. Banks muses that his own cottage may be bigger and better furnished, but the takeout cartons in each of their fridges, the empty bottles in their waste bins and the book and music collections point to solitary men who prefer staying home with a drink, a book and some music in the evening over going down to the local pub.
The victim is soon identified as Gavin Miller, a former university lecturer at Eastvale College, fired after two female students claimed he sexually propositioned them. That history is one lead to follow, as is the finding that Miller had confronted a student drug dealer at Eastvale. Almost more surprising than all that cash found on Miller is the discovery that he'd had a recent phone conversation with Lady Veronica Chalmers, someone far out of his league today, but who had been a student at Essex University at the same time Miller was, decades earlier.
The usual team is with Banks on the case, including DI Annie Cabbot and DS Winsome Jackman, joined by a new Detective Constable, Geraldine Masterson. These relative youngsters are a little bit at sea when interviewing people who knew Miller back in the early 1970s at Essex University. The cultural references fly right over their heads, and they don't know anything about the miners' strike raging at that time and the radical politics of some students, who joined with the miners to demand better working conditions and political change in Britain.
But Banks, who is nearly the same age as Miller and Lady Veronica, can very much relate to that time. A son of the working class himself, he remembers the miners' strike well, and as the first in his family to go to university, he's familiar with that world too. And if you know Banks, you also know he's an expert on the music of that time and still has the vinyl to prove it.
The case makes Banks feel time nipping at his heels, but that's not the only cause. As his boss reminds him, he has his 30 years of service in and is facing retirement. Alternatively, he could think about keeping his nose clean and getting promoted to Detective Superintendent of the Homicide and Major Crimes division. For Banks, that's a tough choice. On the one hand, he can't imagine retiring, and become Superintendent would allow him to continue until age 65. But the paperwork of a Superintendent job might drive him around the bend, and the upper-echelon personnel in the force have never been his type.
It's hard to keep a long-running series fresh, but then fresh really isn't the right word for a series like this. As a long-time reader of a certain age, a good deal of the enjoyment of this series for me is in following Banks's progression through a personal and professional life that parallels those of many people my age. Banks is feeling particularly introspective in this book, and I found his thoughts interesting and relatable.
If you're not of Banks's vintage, there is still plenty in the book for you. As I mentioned, Robinson is a master of the police procedural, and the reader follows every detail of the detectives' interviews, research and theorizing. This isn't a flashy or action-packed novel, but it is a reliably rewarding police procedural.
Note: Thanks to Edelweiss and the publisher for giving me an e-galley for review.