Detective Inspector Kelly Porter has been required to leave the Metropolitan Police in London under a cloud and has returned to her native patch in Cumbria (northwest England) and the local police force. I am not sure if the Lakelanders welcomed her arrival. It is not long before she is uncovering all forms of heinous crime among the tourist villages, lakes and fells.
She finds significant leads investigating a cold case involving the abduction, rape and murder of a young girl and, following the death of a prominent local businessman whilst enjoying the lubricating ministrations of a young woman, she finds evidence of corruption, drugs, money laundering, people smuggling, slavery and sexual exploitation. All of it very - and I mean very - violent. It makes one wonder what the local police force had been doing before she got there. Behind it all is British ill-gotten wealth and criminality and a nasty piece of work from either Bosnia or Serbia. That gentleman provides the perversity, the muscle, and the ruthless bloodlust.
As long as one enjoys, or can mentally absorb, extreme violence without squeamishness, the book is for you. There are innumerable beatings, shootings, stabbings, rapes, random cruelties, dog fights, even naked male wrestling to the death. I found it too much and longed for the end which, after all the high-powered villainy before it, was a little melodramatic. There was a considerable amount of xenophobia too. Sometimes it was as if the author's message was that, if only we could get rid of the foreigners then Britain would be a land of milk and honey once more. Of course Britain has never had need to import evil-doers, we have always produced enough of our own.
Not an enjoyable book for me with its emphasis on very violent crime, and D.I. Porter came across as an infallible supercop who brought her London superpowers of solving crime to enlighten the Northern yokels. I only gave it three stars because I was in an unusually benevolent mood.