Book 4. Hanging Hill Mo Hayder.
My first, but undoubtedly not my last, stinker of 24. It is going into my "I read it so you don't have to" folder (see Brighton Mermaids)
Contains spoilers (you'll thank me for saving you the 99p)
I wanted a break from Harry Potter, so thought a nice gritty police procedural would fit the bill and this was a 99p Kindle offering. Haven't read any Mo Hayder for years- I stopped reading them frankly when the gratuitous sexual violence and perversions usually against women were leaving me feeling dirty and like MH had some kind of fetish.
Anyway- I digress. I didn't look up any of this before I started, and soon realised how totally shit it was- so I generously wondered if it had been one of MH's last books before she died, maybe her mind and heart wasn't in it, etc etc. But no, it's from 2011.
Aside from the plotholes you could land a jumbo jet in (sisters who haven't spoken to each other for years, despite living in Bath which is hardly Mexico City in terms of population) one sister is a Detective Inspector in the police despite having worked the lapdance clubs in her youth. The sisters were sent to different boarding schools because of Something Very Terrible that the lapdancing DI did to the other one, which turns out to be hurting her hand by pushing her off the bed when they were little, and the daughter of the non-DI sister "forcing some hyacinths" in MAY (which made me irrationally angry at the sheer laziness of the writer)) there were so many inconsequential storylines (mainly involving nice sister's divorce and lapdancing sister's boyfriend shagging the police profiler) and ridiculous ta-da moments involving chainsaws and body parts (obviously) and nice sister's nice boyfriend turns out to be a hitman (obvs) keeping watch on guess who? The bloke from the Rebus/gangland/Taggart episodes who lives in a nice house but is no better than he ought to be, wears chunky gold jewellery and traffics Eastern European girls in from Kosovo for the clubs.
None of the above is remotely relevant to the main story which is the murder of a 16 year old girl. And none of the above did her in. Because we are led to believe the fucking gamekeeper did. Because he'd gone a bit weird after having a metal plate put in his head (also in the Balkan War but not relevant to the trafficking) and the local kids used to take the piss out of him.
Was OK though because when the nice sister's daughter's nice friends were running through the woods, pursued by the mad gamekeeper, he got tangled on a branch, over a ravine, and his legs got decapitated. Seriously.
Wasn't him anyway because when nice sister's hyacinth forcing daughter drives off the Glastonbury with nice local lad, who has been very peripheral throughout, he says something which makes everyone realise d'oh! It hadn't been the mad gamekeeper at all.
And no, obviously, we never found out why. Or why the victim had lipsticked messages written on her body. (clever DI thinks it's a serial killer, not so clever MH forgets to tell us what it was for.
Pfffft.