Peter Robinson books are always a straightforward delight. I enjoy the fact that Banks always gets his man and that the plot is usually clever enough to throw me off the true scent for long enough to make it enjoyable.
This book starts with the story of a stolen tractor and quickly segues to a seemingly unconnected myrder scene in a disused hangar. A suspect goes missing and everybody involved seems slippery and evasive. I did like the unconcealed distaste of property developers inherent in Peter Robinson’s writing of a firm of the very same in this book. He often mirrors attitudes and standpoints which are very consistent in his books and I think, after so many it becomes reasonably clear to expect the straight talking we usually get .
All in all this is standard police procedural fare but none the worse for that!