‘Reginald Hill stands head and shoulders above any other writer of crime fiction’ Observer
When Geraldine Lomas dies, her huge fortune is left to an animal rights organization, a fascist front and a services benevolent fund. But at her funeral a middle-aged man steps forward, claiming to be her long-lost son and rightful heir.
He is later found shot dead in the police car park, leaving behind a multitude of suspects. And Superintendent Dalziel and Peter Pascoe find themselves plunged into an investigation that makes most of their previous cases look like child’s play...
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‘Few writers in the genre today have Hill’s gifts: formidable intelligence, quick humour, compassion and a prose style that blends elegance and grace’ Donna Leon, Sunday Times
‘The fertility of Hill’s imagination, the range of his power, the sheer quality of his literary style never cease to delight’ Val McDermid, Sunday Express
‘He is probably the best living male crime writer in the English-speaking world’ Andrew Taylor, Independent
‘Reginald Hill’s novels are really dances to the music of time, his heroes and villains interconnecting, their stories entwining’ Ian Rankin, Scotland on Sunday
‘An increasingly lyrical and always humorous writer, he is first and foremost an instinctive and complete novelist who is blessed with a spontaneous storytelling gift’ Francis Fyfield, Mail On Sunday
Geraldine Lomas's son went missing in Italy during World War Two, but the eccentric old lady never accepted his death.
Now she is dead, leaving the Lomas beer fortune to be divided between an animal rights organization, a fascist front and a services benevolent fund.
As disgruntled relatives gather at the graveside, the funeral is interrupted by a middle-aged man in an Italian suit, who falls to his knees crying 'Mama!'
Andy Dalziel is preoccupied with the illegal book one of his sergeants is running, on who is to be appointed as the new Chief Constable – and how to make his own bet pay off. But when a battered Ford Escort containing one dead Italian turns up in the police car park, Peter Pascoe and his bloated superior are plunged into an investigation that makes internal politics look like child's play...
“Reginald Hill stands head and shoulders above any other writer of homebred crime fiction”
TOM HINEY, 'Observer'
“Few writers in the genre today have Hill's gifts: formidable intelligence, quick humour, compassion and a prose style that blends elegance and grace”
DONNA LEON, 'Sunday Times'
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