Book 3. The Black House by Peter May
I don't know quite what I was expecting from this novel - probably a straightforward whodunnit crime thriller. It is that, in part, but the whole is much much more.
There is a murder, and a detective sent to investigate it, on the Island of Lewis in the Outer Hebrides, where he grew up. This is Fin Macleod, damaged, broken, grieving, and reluctant to return to a place he couldn't wait to leave at age eighteen. He is thrown into the midst of an investigation of a brutal murder in this tight-knit community where things are "not seen". He knows everyone, and they know him. There is tension, resentment, fear. It is bleak, windswept territory, and the people who live there are as tough and closed in on themselves. Fin was a local but isn't now. They don't want him there, or do they? Someone does. And it becomes a taut cat and mouse chase to find the killer.
We are given a lot of Fin's back story, as a child growing up there and that was bleak. I particularly enjoyed the section about the guga hunters on An Sgeir - very atmospheric. I could see and almost smell the place. The wheeling birds, roiling sea, terror of the cliff face climbs. Brilliantly evocative. Looking forward to reading the next in the trilogy.