'Few writers in the genre today have Hill's gifts: formidable intelligence, quick humour, compassion and a prose style that blends elegance and grace' Donna Leon, Sunday Times
'The finest male English contemporary crime writer' Val McDermid
'Reginald Hill's novels are really dances to the music of time, his heroes and villains interconnecting, their stories intertwining'
'One of Britain's most consistently excellent crime novelists' The Times
'These novels last, like a grand malt whisky – rounded, rich, intoxicating… Here is an author at his formidable best'
Frances Fyfield, Mail on Sunday
'So far out in front that he need not bother looking over his shoulder' Sunday Telegraph
'He is probably the best living male crime writer in the English-speaking world' Andrew Taylor, Independent
'Reginald Hill stands head and shoulders above any other writer of homebred crime fiction' Tom Hiney, Observer
Three old men die on a stormy November night: one by deliberate violence, one in a road accident and one by an unknown cause.
Inspector Pascoe is called in to investigate the first death, but when the dying words of the accident victim suggest that a drunken Superintendent Dalziel had been behind the wheel, the integrity of the entire Mid-Yorkshire constabulary is called into question.
Helped by the bright but wayward Detective-Constable Seymour, hindered by ‘Maggie’s Moron’, the half-witted Constable Hector, Peter Pascoe enters the twilight and vulnerable world of the senior citizen – to discover that the end of the tunnel holds few comforts.
WINNER OF THE CWA’S DIAMOND DAGGER AWARD
‘One of the modern masters of the police procedural’
SUSANNA YAGER, 'Sunday Telegraph'
‘Here is a author at his formidable best’
FRANCES HEGARTY, 'Mail on Sunday'