Review
'There's a jinx on that house. It's got history, Everyone who lives there has bad luck, going back to mediaeval times. Maybe there were murders.' Everyone in Bishop St Leon is concerned with the goings on at Ceder Cottage, especially Adam Wilson who shows a particular interest in the welfare of one of its occupants. Susan Trent is well respected and liked and nobody wishes to see her badly treated by her son. martin Trent is a bitter man who puts the blame of his father departing years ago firmly and roughly at his mothers feet. So why does Susan put up with it, why not tell her some to leave? More to the point, why doesn't she just sell up and make a fresh start somewhere else? What is it about Cedar Cottage that makes her stay? And why is Adam, a stranger to the area, so interested? Bishop St Leon, to all appearances, is a quiet village, but a quiet village with secrets - four decades of them. When they are finally dug up and laid bare, disastrous consequences strike. In this book you are cleverly drawn into a seemingly normal village life, where you are compelled to read to the end to find out what is hidden beneath. (Kirkus UK)
Life is proceeding in its accustomed rhythms when the man calling himself Adam Wilson arrives in the village of Bishop St. Leon. DI Roger Morris, of the Reading CID, is hiding his guilt over having accidentally killed his daughter beneath an oafish manner that makes strangers flinch. Susan Trent, the personal assistant to Rotherston estate agent Brian Marsh, is smoothing heavy makeup over her latest bruises and telling anyone who'll listen that she had another nasty fall. And Martin Trent, a sometime travel courier just returned from Venice, has slipped back into a comfortable alternation between showing affection to his girlfriend Debbie Grant's daughters (whose father consequently believes he's a pedophile) and beating his mother. Adam doesn't yet know all these secrets, but although he exercises due caution in chatting up the local pubkeeper, listening in on the nannies' gossip, and quizzing his new flatmates, bespoke carpenter Chris Castle and DI Morris, it won't be long before his mysteriously unidentified mission is complete. Betweentimes, wily veteran Yorke (A Case to Answer, 2001, etc.) winds up the tension so slowly yet surely that even rare outbursts of good news ("Rose had not got meningitis, nor a fractured skull. . . . Susan's bruises faded") sound ominous-until a violent windstorm uncovers a long-buried secret that will provoke one last round of violence. Not Yorke's best, but still a remarkable exercise in the sociology of crime in which the most unhealthy relationships sprout from the village setting as naturally as toadstools. (Kirkus Reviews)
Product Description
Susan Trent is in her 60s, the owner of a good-sized house in a prosperous village with a job which keeps her active. She ought to be well-satisfied with her lot; instead she lives in terror of her abusive son. The arrival of a lodger triggers a series of events revealing why she has protected him.
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