Mid-December, and Cambridgeshire is blanketed with snow. Detective Sergeant Manon Bradshaw tries to sleep after yet another soul-destroying Internet date – the low murmuring of her police radio her only solace.
Over the airwaves come reports of a missing woman – door ajar, keys and phone left behind, a spatter of blood on the kitchen floor. Manon knows the first 72 hours are critical: you find her, or you look for a body. And as soon as she sees a picture of Edith Hind, a Cambridge post-graduate from a well-connected family, she knows this case will be big.
Is Edith alive or dead? Was her ‘complex love life’ at the heart of her disappearance, as a senior officer tells the increasingly hungry press? And when a body is found, is it the end or only the beginning?
This book looks like the beginning of a series of books with dectective Manon Bradshaw as the main character. I found at least half of this book quite hard going. Manon wasn't a likeable character, she moaned constantly about everything. She was so dedicated to her job there was hardly any room in her life to eat or drink and yet she played about with online dating taking men home to sleep with so she could smell them and see if they were compatible, made my skin crawl.
I felt as though the missing girl, Edith was an afterthought of the story and remembered about only now and then.
Half way through the book it began to pick up pace and I was making up theories myself as to what happened to Edith and who was involved in her disappearance. The ending was satisfactory and I can say I enjoyed it and I would read the next book when it is published. I just think a bit less of Manon's boring life would make the book more readable.