Strange Affair by Peter Robinson

I have read many of Peter Robinson’s DCI Banks books, but not necessarily in the correct order, but that never seems to matter. Strange Affair is the fifteenth book in the seriesbut I only read it recently. This is an interesting novel because in it a murder and a personal story about Banks intertwine.

A young woman is driving along the road in Yorkshire but she is run off the road and later found shot in the head still in her car. She has DCI Banks’s name written on a piece of paper.

At the same time Roy, Banks’s brother, leaves a message for him to call back ASAP stating it’s a matter of life or death. The Inspector tried to reach Roy by phone with no answer. He decides to drive South to London to his brother’s house. The front door is unlocked, but Roy is not there.

Roy Banks is discovered to be the 2nd murder victim which takes DCI Banks back to his parents home. To prevent his parents from learning of their son’s death from a stranger DCI Alan Banks breaks the devastating news of Roy’s death. This is when so much of Banks’s childhood was revealed to me as the reader. I learned far more abour Banks’s background than in any of the other novels I have read so far. That fact of his early childhood brought to mind his lack of emotion when dealing with everyday adult life.

DCI Alan Banks takes it upon himself to deal with his brothers murder by looking into his brother’s past and present associates. That’s when he finds there was a connection between Roy and the first murder victim.
I enjoyed Strange Affair even more than other books due to the revelation of details about his childhood and it made me think a great deal about how that may related to him as an adult and a cop. 

If you enjoy crime thrillers, I highly recommend Strange Affair by Peter Robinson.

Val Penny

Die Every Day by Gordon Bickerstaff

I am thrilled that Gordon Bickerstaff has agreed to visit my blog during the blog tour by Love Book Group Tour for his new novel Die Every Day part of his Lambeth Group series.

The Blurb

A woman is murdered in a Glasgow city hotel room. Police have everything they need to charge a suspect. Caught at the scene, he confessed, and he’s filled with guilt and remorse. With undeniable evidence; the police expect him to plead guilty.
Rumours suggest the man will plead not guilty and tell his story. If he faces trial, the truth will cause international outrage and the government will fall.
Faceless mandarins in corridors of power are determined he will remain silent.
Lambeth Group agent, Zoe Tampsin, is ordered to make him plead guilty. What she discovers will crush her soul and place her next in line to be murdered.
Who is pulling the strings? What secrets are they hiding?  

The Extract

Hoping for better news, Toni asked, ‘Did the private dinner and birthday cake go well?’

‘Oh God! You won’t believe what she did.’

Toni hesitated to ask. ‘Did she throw it in your face?’

‘The hotel left a lovely trolley in the room with dinner and the cake. When we’d finished our meal, she cut the cake down the middle and took one half to the bathroom, broke it into bits and flushed it down the toilet.’

Toni cupped her jaw to stop laughing out loud. ‘Jesus. What did you say?’

Zoe’s voice sounded brittle. ‘Frankly, I was stunned. I’m not sure what I said. She pointed to the cake and said, we can only have this half because the other half of the time you weren’t there.’

Toni punched the air. Good for Amy, she thought. ‘Oh! She has grown up.’

Zoe lowered her voice. ‘She hadn’t finished.’


In an annoyed voice, Zoe explained, ‘After dinner, we sat on the balcony. Under the stars for her benefit. I poured a glass of wine for her. After a long sip, she went to her suitcase and fetched her special journal.’


‘She has a record of all the times I missed a birthday, didn’t attend a school event, promised to meet her somewhere but didn’t arrive until hours after it finished. Every damning episode, logged.’ Emotion sapped Zoe’s voice. ‘I couldn’t stop her pointing out each time I failed her as a mother.’

Toni returned with a supportive tone. ‘You have to admit. She is her mother’s daughter.’

Zoe’s exasperation deepened. ‘Worse. Every event is rated one to five stars. One star, I annoyed her. Five stars, she hated me.’

Just as well they were not in the same room. Toni clamped her eyes shut and folded her lips to hold back a giggle.

Silence for a minute.

Toni composed herself. ‘You’re not a bad mother. You happen to have an important job that requires total commitment.’

‘That doesn’t cut it with Amy,’ she replied sharply.

The Author

I was born and raised in Glasgow but spent my student years in Edinburgh. On summer vacations, I learned plumbing, garden maintenance, and I cut the grass in the Meadows. If I ran the lawnmower over your toes – sorry.

I learned some biochemistry and taught it for a while before I retired to write fiction. I like DIY and I do some aspects of DIY moderately well and other aspects not so well. I live with my wife in Scotland where corrupt academics, mystery, murder and intrigue exists mostly in my mind.

I write the Lambeth Group series of standalone crime/conspiracy thrillers:
Deadly Secrets, Everything To Lose, The Black Fox, Toxic Minds, Tabula Rasa and Tears of Fire.

They feature special investigators Zoe and Gavin. More will come in due course.

Run by Jackie McLean

I am thrilled to take part in the Love Book Group blog tour of the new book Run, written by my friend and fellow crime writer, Jackie McLean. You can follow the whole tour.

DI Donna Davenport and her team are under pressure.

With the hunt on for the country’s most notorious cop killer and an ongoing complex international investigation, the murder of a local thug during a football match is the last thing the police need.

But as more incidents overload the police, and fear brings vigilante mobs onto the streets, suspicion grows that the mayhem is being orchestrated.

One man can make it stop. With the city heading towards chaos and disaster, Donna prepares to abandon caution and the rules, even if it means she is ostracised by her own team.  

Toxic killer loose on the streets of Dundee

A Weekend Special report by Lindsey Forsyth

In this weekend special, we can exclusively reveal a catalogue of incompetence at the heart of Police Scotland in Dundee, and we’ll be asking why crazed killer Jonas Evanton has been allowed to roam free among the city’s unsuspecting citizens for the last two years.

We can provide the inside story about how the former Detective Inspector – arrested two years ago as the mastermind behind a smuggling operation that resulted in eleven horrific deaths across Tayside – was sent to Belmarsh Prison as part of a deal.  He became the only person ever to escape from the high security facility, and has evaded police ever since.  Coincidence? We let you decide.

A source close to Police Scotland told us how Evanton, despite being the subject of the police force’s biggest manhunt in its entire history, managed to sit right under their noses in Bell Street for months.  The brutal murderer remains at large, and we will be demanding to know why no warning has been issued to the public.

In further revelations, we have learned that lead detective DI Donna Davenport, who recently spent several months in a psychiatric hospital, has been given her own armed protection.  We understand blunders made by Davenport were responsible for Evanton’s escape following his most recent sighting.  We will be asking questions about Davenport’s role in the disastrous investigation, and we’ll be looking at concerns about her state of mind and fitness to be on duty.

Local Councillor Hugh Finnie has expressed alarm at the revelations, and has confirmed that a number of vigilante groups have begun to patrol parts of Dundee.  “People need to protect themselves,” he told us, “if they can’t trust the police to do it.”

The Author

Jackie McLean lives in Glasgow and has a varied background, including being a government economist, a political lobbyist, and running a pet shop in Glasgow’s Southside (ask her anything about pets).  She currently works with East Ayrshire Council, where until recently her job involved frequent visits to Kilmarnock Prison.

  • Toxic is her first crime novel, introducing DI Donna Davenport, and was shortlisted in the Yeovil Literary Prize before publication by ThunderPoint Publishing Ltd. 
  • The sequel, Shadows, was published in October 2017, and
  • Her third book in the DI Davenport series (Run) will be published in October 2019.

Jackie has appeared at crime writing festivals Newcastle Noir, Crime at the Castle and Literally @ Newbattle, and regularly appears at Noir at the Bar events (including Edinburgh, Newcastle, Dundee and Dunfermline).  She also forms part of the Dangerous Dames and Murder & Mayhem along with a number of other crime writers, and has appeared at events in libraries and bookstores across Scotland as part of these.  She is one of Bloody Scotland’s 2019 Crime in the Spotlight authors.

Until recently, Jackie ran the writing group at Waterstones Braehead, and has also run creative writing sessions with the men in Kilmarnock Prison. 





Mother and Child by Annie Murray

I am delighted the Annie Murray has agreed to visit my blog as part of her Love Book Tours blog tour. It is for the publication of her novel, Mother and Child, published by Pan Macmillan. You can follow the whole tour.

The author was born in Berkshire and read English at St John’s College, Oxford. Her first ‘Birmingham’ novel, Birmingham Rose, hit The Times bestseller list when it was published in 1995. She has subsequently written many other successful novels, including A Hopscotch SummerSoldier Girl and the bestselling novels Chocolate Girls and War Babies. Annie has four children and lives near Reading.

The Excerpt from Mother and Child

‘Breakfast,’ I murmur to myself. ‘Eat.’ I am trying to think of my body as someone else’s, an objective thing that I have to look after, like a pet tortoise. My phone goes off as the smell of toast is drifting through the kitchen. Ange, the screen says. God, when did I last speak to Ange?

‘Jo? How’s it going?’ She sounds really, really nervous. Dear old Ange, so perky and kind, so distant now, someone from a completely different life – my different life. I suppose it’s my fault, but that’s how it feels. ‘Oh, fine.’ I wander into the living room. It’s all one room knocked through, light streaming in at each end. Feeling the pile of the carpet under my toes, I realize I haven’t put any shoes on or even socks. ‘Did you know we’ve moved?’

Of course she doesn’t know. ‘Oh?’ Startled. ‘Have you? Where to?’ ‘Hollywood.’= ‘Hollywood? What – you mean, America? Film stars?’ ‘You know, near Wythall, down near Ian’s mom. Seemed a good idea. We only got here yesterday.’ Does my voice sound normal? I can’t tell any more. I’m trying to sound light and cheerful – heaven knows what I actually sound like. Probably shrill and a bit crazy. ‘Just getting settled in. I’m going to see Dorrie in a bit.’ ‘Good for you.’ Ange sounds awkward and not really like herself either. I’ve become one of those people who others are not sure how to talk to or what they can say.

Say the right thing. ‘You’ll have to come over.’ It would be great to seeAnge, wouldn’t it? To have a friend, a life. I can’t rememberwhen I last saw her – has she deserted me or was itme who did the damage?‘Yeah,’ she says. I hear a small sound, her dragging ona cigarette. ‘Yeah – hey, I’ll be over to see you soon,chicky.’I leave it a beat. ‘Who says chicky?’Ange lets out a relieved snort of laughter. ‘Soon, yeah?’Nothing definite then. She’s cautious, hurt, I think. Atiny window must be opening in me if I even realize now,how I’ve shut everyone out.

Keep the Midnight Out by Alex Gray

Alex Gray is one of my ‘go to’ authors. I enjoy her DI William Lorimer series of crime novels very much over the years, so when I went to choose a book from my TBR pile recently, I chose Keep the Midnight Out.

The story starts when Lorimer and his wife are on holiday. Lorimer finds the body of a red-haired young man washed up on the shore of the beautiful Isle of Mull. This rather interferes with the Lorimers’ tranquil holiday away from the gritty streets of Glasgow.

The body has been bound with twine in a ghoulishly unnatural position and strongly reminds Lorimer of a murder that was never solved twenty years old in Glasgow. Then he was a newly fledged detective constable and the case has haunted him ever since. Now he is a Detective Superintendent and determined to ensure the connections are made.

As local cop DI Stevie Crozier takes charge of the island murder investigation and Lorimer does try to avoid stepping on her toes. But as the similarities between the young man’s death and his cold case grow more obvious, Lorimer realises that there could be a serial killer on the loose after all these years.

As the action switches between the Mull murder and the Glasgow cold case twenty years earlier, Lorimer tries desperately to catch the cold-hearted killer.

I enjoyed this book, but it was not one of my favourites. I found the idea of identical styles of sadism occurring twenty years apart and never during the intervening period too much of a stretch for me. I thought the likelihood was that the perpetrator would have been drawn to act with more frequency. That said, there were plenty of credible red herrings. If you enjoy a good ‘whodunit’, Keep the Midnight Out is a good read.

The Author

Alex Gray was born and educated in Glasgow. She has been awarded the Scottish Association of Writers’ Constable and Pitlochry trophies for her crime writing and is the co-founder of the Bloody Scotland international crime writing festival. Married with a son and daughter, she lives in Scotland and is currently writing the next book in the Detective Lorimer series.

House of Grace by Patricia M Osborne

If you follow my blog, you will know that my preferred genre for novels is crime. However, you will also know that I do stray and I had heard such excellent things about this debut novel by Patricia M Osborne, House of Grace.

House of Grace is the first novel in a family saga trilogy and centres on the life of Grace Granville. The novel starts in England in the 1950s when we meet the sixteen-year-old Grace and learn that all she has ever wanted is to become a successful dress designer. She is talented and industrious and dreams of owning her own fashion house. Grace spends her spare time sketching outfits. Her father, Lord Granville, sees this frivolous activity as nonsense and wants to groom her into a good wife for someone of his choosing.

When Grace is about to leave Greenemere, a boarding school in Brighton. She’s blissfully unaware of her father’s plans when she embarks on a new adventure. The quest includes a trip to Bolton’s Palais where she meets coal miner, Jack Gilmore, her friend’s cousin and Grace’s life is never to be the same again.

I very much enjoyed my travels with Grace through two decades as she struggled with family conflict, poverty and tragedy.

House of Grace is a beautifully written novel. It captured my interest: kept me awake at nights when I didn’t want to stop reading and really made me think carefully about the attitudes and social stresses many families endured as recently as the 20th Century.

I have no doubt that House of Grace would make an excellent book group read and I highly recommend it.

The Author

Patricia M Osborne was born in Liverpool and spent time in Bolton as a child. She now lives in West Sussex. Apart from novel writing, Patricia writes poetry and short fiction. She is a regular delegate at Swanwick Writers’ Summer School. Her poetry and short stories have been published in various literary magazines and anthologies. She is studying for an MA in Creative Writing with University of Brighton. Patricia has recently become Poet in Residence at a local Victorian park. House of Grace is her first novel.

Val Penny

Jack Janson and the Storm Caller by Andrew Marsh

I am delighted that my friend and fellow Swanwicker, Andrew Marsh has chosen to visit my blog to tell readers about his new book, published this month. Tell us all about it, Andrew.

Thank you for including me on your blog. Val. I appreciate your support in helping me reach my audience.

My new book is Jack Janson and the Storm Caller. It is a young adult fantasy. Jack, nearly 14, is unloved at home and bullied at school so when he gets the opportunity to go and stay with his Granny Jean he jumps at the chance. She treats him like an adult and they bond over the simple things like her garden, growing her own food, baking and so on. One day she takes him to a cave at the bottom of her garden and there he meets a large giant, Winfred Storm Caller and from that initial meeting his adventures begin.

The book is available on Amazon and other online retailers, the Amazon links are below

Amazon eBook

The Extract

Standing outside the biggest cave he put his hand on the rock, it was smooth to the touch and he peered in to the gloomy interior.

“Not much in there,” he moaned. 

“You haven’t been inside yet, there may be something to see there,” said Gran.

“You’re right. Let’s go inside.”

He could feel a cold draft from somewhere and let out an involuntary shiver as the cold air passed over his legs. His eyes soon became accustomed to the gloominess and his confidence grew.

“Going further,” he called but didn’t expect a reply.

Towards the back of the cave Jack saw a passageway disappear into the dark to his left and paused.

“What have you found?” her words echoed around the chamber.

“It goes off into the dark here.”

“Any footprints?”

Jack looked down and saw that apart from his own, the floor of the cave was smooth rippled sand.

“Nope,” he sighed.

He felt the atmosphere change in the cave, but to what he wasn’t sure. He felt that draft again and realised it came from the dark passage. He froze and held his breath.

Standing with his side to the rocks, Jack felt a slight vibration and ran out until he was a good ten paces from the entrance.


“Not sure, but I felt something and the rocks shook. Just as I turned to run out I thought I heard a deep voice.”

“A voice? What did it say?”

“You’ll think I’ve gone mad.”

“Nonsense. I know for certain that you’re a normal intelligent young man. Now, this voice?”

“Well okay,” he said, not convinced at all. “I thought I heard it say boom Tom tum.”

“Boom Tom tum, is that it?”

“Uh huh. See, I told you it was mad.”

“And did you call back?”

Jack looked at his gran in disbelief.

“You wanted me to answer it? I just ran.” The recollection made him shiver.

“Why don’t we both go in and you can show me where this voice came from?”

Jack gave her one of his special looks.

“You want to go back in there?”

“Why not? It was probably just a trick of the wind,” she smiled.

“Well, if you say so, but you never know.”

“Excellent. You never know until you explore and find out,” she laughed.

“If you say so,” he shrugged.

Jean took his arm and the pair of them walked back into the cave. Jack kept alert darting his eyes this way and that while listening for any sound.

“Now, where were you when you heard that voice, Jack?”

They reached the spot where Jack had stood and even in the gloom, he could make out his old footprints in the sand.

“Just here.”

“Then wait here with me and be quiet,” she whispered and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

For Jack each second felt like an eternity. At any moment something monstrous or bad would leap out of the darkness and rip his throat out with razor sharp talons. But he remained as still and quiet as he could. He mustn’t show Gran that he was scared, but remained puzzled about what they were waiting for. Jack was desperate to know but also as eager to get the hell out of there and watch from a safe distance.

In the gloom of the rear of the cave the cool breeze fluttered past their legs and Jack stiffened. A minute or so ago, he remembered the breeze followed by the deep rumbling of ‘Boom Tom tum’ echoing down the cave.

‘Any second now,’ he shivered and turned to look down the passage to the left. A second breeze caressed his cheek and with all the will power he could muster he grabbed hold of his grans arm and held his breath. ‘Now’ he thought.

It was faint at first.

“Boom Tom tum.”

He stared at Gran, trembling, but still she clung on to his arm preventing him from running.

The rock walls of the cave shook and small pieces of dirt fell from the roof.

“Boom Tom tum!” came roaring down the passage and enveloped them.

“What the…”

Jack’s profanity was cut off but a deep booming voice echoed through the cave.

“Boom Tom tum.

Boom Tom tum.

Big storm rages

And pirates they come.

Boom Tom tum

Boom Tom tum

Winfred the Bad

Let’s the pirates kill mum.”

His gran continued her vice like grip on his arm.

“Be still.”

Jack threw his head into her chest and shook.

“Boom Tom tum

Boom Tom tum

Storm Caller bad

Storm Caller sad

Boom Tom tum

Boom Tom tum.”

The voice stopped. Jack released himself from her grip and looked back towards the entrance of the cave. His fear rose, he could sense something large looming over him.

“You can turn around now Jack, he won’t harm you.”

“He?” Jack said. “Who’s he?”

“By boom Tom tum. Why I be Winfred Storm Caller.”

The deep voice boomed and Jack felt a large weight land on his shoulder causing him to sink down. To his amazement he felt his knees hold and without anything else to do, he turned around.


“Language Jack. Now why don’t you say a nice warm hello to your new friend here?”

Jack looked up. This thing before him was massive, its shoulders bent over brushing the roof of the cave.

“Um, hello,” he stuttered again.

“Be who?” the voice boomed.

“Gran just told you, I’m Jack.”

The giant turned his head and gave him a quizzical look. At least that’s what Jack thought it was. It didn’t look as though he was hungry, but he had never seen a full grown or hungry giant before, so he realised he was winging it big time. ‘Off the scale’ he mused.

The Author

Andrew Marsh is a former geologist who worked the construction industry, but the credit crunch and circumstance ended that phase of his life.
Andrew is now an author and speaker on writing and his adult diagnosis with Asperger’s Syndrome.
Wanting to write for teenagers and adults who love a good story, Jack Janson came to him and stayed, growing into a series that will be released over time. Come and join Jack and his many adventures with Winfred Storm Caller.

The Death of Bees by Lisa O’Donnell

The most recent book of the month in my book group was The Death of Bees by Lisa O’Donnell. The author won the Orange Screenwriting Prize in 2000 for her screenplay The Wedding Gift. Recently she took a break from screenwriting when she moved to LA with her two children. The Death of Bees is her first novel.

The Death of Bees centres around Marnie and her little sister Nelly. The girls have always been different. Marnie leads a life of smoking, drinking and drugs; Nelly enjoys playing the violin, eating cornflakes with Coke and reading Harry Potter. But on Christmas Eve, the sisters have to join forces and put their differences aside. And when Lennie, the old guy next door, starts to get suspicious. He cares for them during their parents’ absence but it’s only a matter of time before their terrible secret is discovered.

This novel gets off to an explosive start and I had great hopes for it. Unfortunately, that hope evaporated quickly and the story became quite pedestrian quickly. I think the book would fare better if considered as a YA or cross-over read. It is certainly an easy read, but I did not enjoy the book very much. It has some most unpleasant scenes that I did not enjoy and the story was too predictable to make these scenes worthwhile.

With regret, I cannot recommend The Death of Bees.

Val Penny

Leaves by John Simmons

I am thrilled that John Simmons has agreed to visit with me as part of the blog tour by Love Book Tours about his novel Leaves published by Urbane Books.

You can follow the whole tour.

The Blurb

Ophelia Street, 1970. A street like any other, a community that lives and breathes together as people struggle with their commitments and pursue their dreams. It is a world we recognise, a world where class and gender divide, where set roles are acknowledged. But what happens when individuals step outside those roles, when they secretly covet, express desire, pursue ambitions even harm and destroy? An observer in the midst of Ophelia Street watches, writes, imagines, remembers, charting the lives and loves of his neighbours over the course of four seasons. And we see the flimsily disguised underbelly of urban life revealed in all its challenging glory. As the leaves turn from vibrant green to vivid gold, so lives turn and change too, laying bare the truth of the community. Perhaps, ultimately, we all exist on Ophelia Street.

Time Passages

When I wrote the first version of Leaves I was straight out of university. I was proud of it but it was put aside, not completely forgotten, for 40 years. The passage of time meant that I could now look at the novel in a fresh light – and I realised that I could take advantage of the fact that I was now looking back on a time past.

So I introduced a new character, the narrator, who is looking back on the formative events from 1970. I found that this changed the tone in an interesting way and gave me a completely different perspective on the events that I had written about in my youth. As one reader said to me “Ah, you’ve written a historical novel”. Not my original intention but, if so, I could vouch for the authenticity of the period details.

Leaves is about a young man living in a north London street. A child’s murder hastens the community’s decay. I was drawing on a location I knew well from growing up in north London but the story was purely from imagination. I found it useful to anchor the story in the reality of the passing seasons, reflecting that sense of a community’s decay through nature itself. In an important way the structure of  the seasons was the inspiration for the novel – the story and the characters developed after that structure was established.

That taught me the need for structure in novel-writing. I’ve now had three novels published, with a fourth nearing completion in draft form. Each of them has a clear structure, each written with three parts that are set in different periods of time. This has shaped the novel, in an obvious way, but it has also helped with the development of characters – for example, in The Good Messenger, the character introduced as a nine-year-old in Part 1 becomes a young man of 24 in Part 3. In what ways has he changed, and how has he remained the same?

With Leaves the changes in the characters happen over the course of a year, but the narrator looking back provides a reflective voice. Perhaps because I’ve got older, this reflective tone has become my natural writing tone. But what I hope makes Leaves interesting is that you understand the younger man through the eyes of the same man when he is much older. In a strange way it adds urgency to the storytelling, the sense that time is always moving on.

I’m a writer and consultant with a background in the world of identity and branding. I was a director of Interbrand until 2003 when I co-founded 26, the writers’ group, and Dark Angels that runs residential writing courses in remote retreats. These came out of a number of books on the relationship between language and identity, including “The Dark Angels Trilogy” – We, Me, Them & It, The Invisible Grail and Dark Angels.

In recent times I have also written fiction, first Leaves published in 2015, Spanish Crossings in 2017, with The Good Messenger in autumn 2018. These books are all published by Urbane.

The Hanging Valley by Peter Robinson

I first met Peter Robinson almost ten years ago when I was studying crime writing at an Arvon Course in Moniack Mohr near Inverness in Scotland. he was a most instructive tutor and entertaining raconteur. I have since read many of his books and still consider his advice to be integral to my own crime writing.

The Hanging Valley is only the fourth novel in Peter’s long series of DCI Banks books. I have read several of them. This one starts with a truly gruesome description of a corpse found in a hanging valley in Yorkshire. The faceless corpse is discovered in a tranquil, hidden valley below the village of Swainshead. When DCI Alan Banks arrives, he finds that no-one is willing to talk. His frustration only grows when the identity of the body is revealed. For it seems that his latest case may be connected with an unsolved murder in the same area five years ago.

This case takes Banks from the author’s original home in Yorkshire, England to the author’s adopted home of Toronto, Canada. This affords the reader some interesting descriptions of that lovely city and allows Banks to interview an important witness to the earlier crime.

Among the silent suspects Banks must interrogate are the Collier brothers, the wealthiest and most powerful family in the area, who are on friendly terms with the police hierarchy. Inevitably, they start using their influence to slow down the investigation, Banks finds himself in a race against time.

This is a clever novel, but I would expect no less of Peter Robinson. If you enjoy beautifully written, clever, crime fiction I think you will enjoy The Hanging Valley.

The Author

Peter Robinson grew up in Yorkshire, and now divides his time between Richmond and Canada. Peter has written twenty-four books in the Number One Bestselling DCI Banks series as well as two collections of short stories and three standalone novels, the most recent of which is Number One bestseller Before The Poison. Peter’s critically acclaimed crime novels have won numerous awards in Britain, the United States, Canada and Europe, and are published in translation all over the world.

Val Penny