Look carefully at the cover picture! Now ... what do you think?
Hamish has the ability to view anything he doesn't want to address with vacant stupidity and gets away with it. Sly, crafty detective that he is. The Lowland Scot in this instance, decided not to pursue the matter of the dog on the bus seat any further, since he regards all Highlanders as inbreds anyway.
Dreary, dark and twisted sort of village of Cnothan's most hated man is dumped into a tank filled with lobsters then eaten in Britain's best restaurants. Exiled there for three months with his dog Towser, Hamish Macbeth misses his beloved Highland village Lochdubh, Priscilla, and easy lazy days. His superiors want the business hushed up, Jenny Lovelace, a dark-haired Canadian lass wants his body, and a killer is out for more blood.
This was a gruesome utterly terrifying atmospheric experience. Yikes! But fascinating all the same. Hamish Macbeth is helping out in a central Sutherland village of mostly crofters, where the people are just weird. And the clock is set back a hundred years. There's Cnothantis everywhere - Don't tell anyone anything. They're close, secretive, overly religious, intimidating, rude, revengeful and stiff upper lip to outsiders, or interlopers as the outsiders are called.
Instead of losing his temper once in two years, Hamish loses his temper twice in one day. In one incident with a fuel attendant: That's a nasty, stupid face you've got, you unfriendly, horrible man.
However, one outsider, the despicable William Mainwaring, (his wife's name is Agatha) deserves everything that's coming his way. He's a sarcastic upper-class-accented fiend; a know-it-all; a pillock; a stuck-up bastard; and his final destination is delectable, for the London high society, those toffs. I don't think I will ever want to eat lobster EVER AGAIN! Oh, such hypocrisy. We eat chicken and pork too, and nobody blinks an eye.
Blair and his sidekicks, Jimmy Anderson and Harry Macnab are cluttering up the police station....and the investigation again, but Hamish, outsourced to the icy, slippery, freezing cold county to do the mundane rounds, is getting the murderer again, much to the chagrin of Blair. Again. Bear in mind in winter, the sun rises at 9h00 and sets at 14h00. Yep. This is dark. Really dark.
With his gift o' the gab, Police Constable Hamish Macbeth leaves Cnothan as a much respected, friend. It so happened, uhuh, that Priscilla Halburton-Smythe was on her way back home from London, and could give Hamish and Towser a lift to Lochdubh. They pretend not to have missed each other, while they both deny the power of telepathy that kept them connected.
Halloween in August - for me. This read. But totally entertaining and compelling. Way to go, Hamish! Let the good times role. 194 pages of drama and fast-paced suspense. Brilliant.