Sir Manuel Carmargue, one of the greatest flautists of his time, was dead. Misadventure. An old man, ankle-deep in snow, he lost his foothold in the dark, slipping into the water to be trapped under a lid of ice. Only a glove remained to point to where he lay, one of its fingers rising out of the drifts. There's nothing Chief Inspector Wexford likes better than an open-and-shut case. They're so restful. And yet there are one or two niggling doubts - and the disturbing return of Carmargue's daughter, now a considerable heiress, after an absence of nineteen years. Is Wexford going to listen to that nagging inner voice of his? And if he does, what exactly does he plan to do?
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'One of the best novelists writing today.' (P.D. James)
'The most brilliant mystery novelist of our time.' (Patricia Cornwell)
'Probably the greatest living crime writer in the world.' (Ian Rankin)
'[Wexford] has become an old friend who gets better with age.' (The Herald)
'Rendell has quite simply transformed the genre of crime writing. She displays her peerless skill in blending the mundane, commonplace aspects of life with the potent murky impulses of desire and greed, obsession and fear.' (The Sunday Times)
"The most brilliant mystery novelist of our time." - Patricia Cornwell "Ms Rendell exercises a grip as relentless as an anaconda's." - "Guardian
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Book Description Random House UK, 1992. Paperback. Book Condition: New. Bookseller Inventory # DADAX0099277301
Book Description Random House UK, 1992. Paperback. Book Condition: New. book. Bookseller Inventory # 0099277301