This British thriller is the second in the Dr David Hunter series. See my review of The Chemistry of Death.
“The peace of the old cottage is broken by a footfall. The rotting door is pushed open, its rusted hinges protesting the disturbance. Daylight falls into the room, then is blocked out as a shadow fills the doorway. The man ducks his head to see into the darkened interior. The old dog with him hesitates, its senses already alerting it to what´s within.”
Well, and our senses are already alerted to what a dog has to do in a thriller, aren´t they?
One could say this is a fairly run-of-the-mill forensic thriller, full of death, drama and charred bones, but I could also add that this is exactly the kind of story I love to rush through in a couple of carefree holidays. I like the protagonist, forensic anthropologist David Hunter, and the setting, the Hebridean island of Runa, was incredibly appealing to me. As I grew up in a village, the antagonism between islanders and newcomers was not unexpected, but I always enjoy it when it is well done.
“The storm reached the island just after midnight. Later, I would find out that it was actually two fronts that had collided off the coast of Iceland, playing out their battle as they swept down the North Atlantic from the Arctic.”
Delicious (sitting in an armchair reading about it) isn´t it? And of course the storm turns the story into some kind of locked-room mystery.
Strongly recommended for lovers of charred bones, and I bought this XL story myself.
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