I have managed to read all of the books, in this series, despite the presence of the much hated (by me) Diane Fry. Anti-social, paranoid, ill tempered, possessing a slight God complex, probably, a sociopath. No people skills, with either other police officers or civilians, why is this woman a DS? Why is she here? Perhaps the author wants me to feel sorry for her but I cannot imagine why I would or should.
But, up to this point, I have found the stories to be good enough to make me put up with this dreadful character. Until now, that is. With this book, I feel that the writing has gone down hill. For the first two thirds of the book, every second chapter has Ben Cooper wandering, aimlessly, over hill and dale with long drawn out descriptions of every rock and tree, ad nauseam (an aside, why, why, why does every British mystery writer feel compelled to kill off the significant other if the main character?).
At times, I wondered if I was reading a mystery or a travelogue of Derbyshire. And to add to this, the actual crime and investigation was pretty flat.
Although it picks up, somewhat, closer to the end, it is still well below the standards of the previous books. Frankly, I was bored.