Jake Jackson is thirty eight and works as a detective, mainly dealing in cold cases, in London. He is married to Faye, but they have struggled to start a family and the stress and the pressure has forced them apart. So, when Jake's uncle dies and leaves him a house in the countryside, the couple agree to split up and Jake, financially secure, heads off to his new home.
The village has very little. A general store, which doubles as a bar. A church, but no vicar. No school and not much of anything else, while Jake's new house has a magnificent library and a lake, but no bathroom or washing machine. Gradually, he begins to get to know his surroundings and the few locals. Livia, the local vet, Dr Peter, an elderly biologist, Sarah at 'The Jolly Nook,' and a host of vaguely hostile, insular locals, mainly consisting of recalcitrant matrons and aggressive farmhands.
A village tradition involves hunting for the 'bones' of a local Saint - the bones being a representative bag of sticks. Of course, though, it is Jake who discovers the bones and they turn out to be real. Before long, Jake is involved in digging up the past and trying to discover who the bones belonged to and whether any of the local inhabitants were involved. For a small community, who are already wary of strangers, and who have secrets they prefer to keep close, this soon makes him unpopular.
There was lots I really liked about this. It had a slow pace, was very descriptive and character driven. I enjoyed getting to know Jake, his unfolding relationships with the other villagers and following his investigation. One thing that I was a little disappointed with was that, like Jake, I am a huge fan of crime fiction and, pretty early on, I guessed (correctly, which is unlike me) who the murderer was. Still, although the mystery element was, to my mind, a little obvious, I would definitely read another book featuring Jake as I found this a very enjoyable read. I received a copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, for review.