Swarthmoor, a small rural village in N.W. England is not the type of place you would associate with violent crime. Yet, in his first two years on the job, Robert McGee, the village policeman becomes entangled in two murder inquiries. Largely as a result of bad luck and policing errors McGee fouls up both investigations.
Hopefully you, the reader, will be more astute.
This non conventional story, set in the 1950s, involves characters already introduced in "Oh Henry", "The Drustone", and "Inheritance".
This story was written about nine years ago, and resurrected now because I've hit a wall with another story I was currently writing. It follows a wannabe detective through a maze of characters and bizarre situations involving a family trust. It came from a previous book called The Mistake which had a bevy of characters I grew quite fond of, and on occasion, are referred to in this story.