Following her suspension in her previous case, DC Constance Fairchild wants to stay out of the spotlight, but returning to her London flat she discovers a barely alive young man whose body is horribly mutilated. Though the possibility of a shift to a different department is in the offing for her, Fairchild finds her status as the ‘posh cop’ keeps getting in the way. Then, when another body is discovered in Edinburgh, she begins to see that links to a mysterious religious group might hold the key to the mystery.
This is James Oswald’s second Constance Fairchild novel, and though I hadn’t read the first one, it wasn’t hard to pick up the threads. I enjoyed the writing, the characters and the banter, but for a detective story this one takes a long time for anything very interesting to happen and while the heroine is very likeable, she seems to spend an awful lot of time visiting relatives and going to weddings.
An interesting read that never quite hit the mark.
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Colin Garrow 
I will give this one a miss, Colin. I am not good with slow.
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Quite agree – there are plenty of great books out there without tying yourself down with one that never really gets going.
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