British mysteries usually leave me flat. They may speak the Queen's English but it certainly isn't the same language as I speak. There idioms really throw me and detract from the story as I need to stop reading and try to figure out if it is something important or just background.
Having said that, I did like this story though it wasn't exciting at all. The British are too upper crust and hold all emotions inside so the book lacks feeling. I just knew they arrested the wrong guy about 1/3 of the way through. They finally figured it out in the last chapter and left the reader guessing as to the outcome. If I wanted to guess, I could write my own novel.
I have not read this particular book, but here is the synopsis from the back:
A beautiful child is dead-defiled and murdered in a lonely graveyard on a fog-shrouded evening. It is the sort of horrific crime Chief Inspector Alan Banks fled the city to escape. But the slaying of a bright and lovely teenager from a wealthy, respected family is not the end of the nightmare. Lies, dark secrets, unholy accusations, and hints of sexual depravity swirl around this abomination like leaves in an autumn wind, leading to a shattering travesty of justice that will brutally divide a devatsted community with suspicion and hatred.