DI Sean Ellis is thrown into a world of drugs, deception, and death when the body of twenty-two-year-old Kenneth Axel is found at the bottom of a small rocky cliff in the Yorkshire Dales.
Ellis quickly learns that Kenneth's death is drug-related, but when a second body is also found near a cliff, it becomes clear that anyone who takes any of this bad batch will likely die soon after.
Now, Sean and his team need to quickly find out where these drugs are coming from before more people get hurt. But with few witnesses and even fewer leads, this will be an uphill battle. Can Sean figure out who is selling these drugs before more people die, or will he struggle to find truth on the rocks?
Oliver Davies was born in Sussex and raised in London, but never felt at home until he settled in the soggy but beautiful Yorkshire dales. Brought up on crime novels borrowed second-hand from his dad, he's always wished his life involved less laundry and more car chases, though writing is probably safer. Between tussling with his several dogs and rambling the moors, Oliver finds time for writing moody police detectives, playing the guitar, and occasionally even communicates with the outside world.
I really enjoyed this book. I liked how the focus was on a drug storyline (something not seen yet in the series) and the plot itself gripped me throughout. I particularly enjoyed the attention to Nadia’s character as I feel her presence had been somewhat limited in other novels. My favourite thing about the book was the antagonist. It felt good seeing a female opponent’s POV for once as all the others were male! A good novel which makes me keen for more.
A good story but a little spoilt by the continued use of the words smirk and smug. Every person has ‘smug’ looks and every time anyone says something important that say it with a smirk.
Also the American spellings and when describing every man as brunet, could the author please use the English spelling.
this has to be the most ridiculous police investigation book l have ever read. it seems to have been written in a vacuum of fantasy rather than any basis in reality. No more Oliver Davies for me.