The start shocks. Lochdubh's police house has been closed, Hamish Macbeth permanently transferred to bustling Strathbane (where a colleague is so obnoxious, he dumps her in a bin). Fortunately for readers, inhabitants of Lochdubh concoct a crimewave to secure his return. A welcome back party awaits. Wonderful. At the book's end, he confides to mongrel Towser "times are changing" - blustering boss Blair more conciliatory, adored Priscilla more accessible.
All this is vintage Hamish and delights.
Unfortunately the rest of the novel is not in the same class. Maggie Baird, the "hussy" destined for destruction, is not so much a character as a contrivance. Very wealthy after sexually exploiting men for decades, she concentrates now on forever belittling her meek niece Alison and making advances at every man in sight. A terrible driver, it is perhaps appropriate she is responsible for the book's erratic directions and awkward manoeuvrings. Of all people, she is the one who initiates plans for Hamish's return. Why? She has only just arrived and never even knew him. Almost half way through the novel, she returns from a long absence (involving cosmetic surgery and the like), announces plans to publish her lurid memoirs, and invites to stay in her bungalow four former lovers - wanting them to compete for her hand in marriage. Credulity has thereby been stretched to the utmost in order to create a reasonable number of eventual suspects.
Of the five novels so far, this is the most creakingly constructed. Thank goodness for Hamish! He solves the murder and rescues the book (his detective work awesomely thorough for one who prefers being lazy).
The reader, as ever, greatly cares for him. His adventures enormously entertain. It would not hurt, though, if the cases investigated proved more convincing.