Despite all the fancy linguistic trappings and foul miner's language and imagery, the plot to this story is easy and it is almost too easy to spot the main villain! It seems that everything points to one individual so that you think it can't be that obvious, but it is! By the time the book ends, seven people and a dog have died violently and the life of Peter Pascoe hangs in the balance.
Basically, the plot is this: a n'er-do-well by the name of Colin Farr is a brooding Heathcliffesque kind of character, stirring up trouble for no clear reason in his grimy, remote coal-mining village. He is taking an enrichment University course, being taught by none other than Ellie Pascoe. There ensues some hanky-panky of a very awkward sort, followed by a lot of soul-searching! In the meantime, an old child killing crime is revived by a tabloid newspaper and the hunt is on for both the true perpetuator as well as for the murderer of a miner in a new death. There follow many nasty discoveries, many down in the forgotten shafts of closed mines.
Amid the many well-drawn and believable, if rough, characters, Ellie Pascoe stands out as a misfit among the rest of the cast. I can't imagine why she would marry a policeman when it is so clearly against her feminist principles. I don't know why she chose to have a baby whom she so readily palms off on anyone near-by in the most cavalier, non-caring way ever seen in fiction! Presumably, she creates some sort of foil for Andy Dalziel, but I don't think it works. In fairness, her character settles down a bit more comfortably in later books in the series, but she is nothing but a problem in this one!
Because Reginald Hill is a writer of the highest eschelon, he gets away with a lot, including a great deal of word-play that I doubt the police (or anyone else outside of word games) has time f0r. But he's clever and makes the reader feel clever too by letting him in on the fun of figuring it all out at lightening speed while the plot races on!