I've enjoyed all the previous Jim Stringer books but this one was a real let down. When writing about the railways and towns in early nineteenth century Yorkshire, Andrew Martin is a cracking read drawing the reader in with his evocative descriptions of life at the time. Not this one though. I didn't really get a feel for anything. For a detective novel there is precious little detecting; in fact by half way through I'd actually forgotten what Jim S was actually doing there. Please don't read this if it will be your first Andrew Martin book - he really is a lot better writer than this book lets on.