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A review by ncrabb
The Hanging Valley by Peter Robinson
3.0
Nick Fellowes was hiking when he stumbled on toe corpse. It teamed with maggots, and its face was gone. They used dental records to identify Bernard Allen, so obliterated was his face. Normally, the small village of Swainshead doesn’t see murders, but five years prior to Fellowes’s discovery, a private investigator went missing in the same village, and Anne Ralston, a local resident, disappeared the day before that murder. Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks becomes convinced that there’s connection to the three events, and it’s up to him to figure out what that is.
If you read this, you will be immediately captivated and fascinated by Katie Greenock, the slender full-lipped wife of Sam. He and Katie own the guesthouse wherein Fellowes stayed and form which the faceless corpse went missing. Katie’s grandmother raised her, and she taught Katie that sex was something you gritted your teeth and endured. Oh, of course, pretend you’re putting out for personal pleasure so the fragile ego of the man with whom you’re copulating won’t be overly bruised, but above all, don’t assume you’re going to enjoy it.
Banks sees Katie as a woman of innocent beauty and as someone who knows far more than she’s willing to disclose about the murder and the earlier death and disappearance.
Before this ends, Banks will journey to Canada to find Anne Ralston to see whether she can fill in missing pieces. The Canadian section of the book felt slowest to me and least relevant, but it’s necessary.
I won’t comment on the ending except to say that it will absolutely stop you cold. It chilled me, and it will be memorable to you as well.
If you read this, you will be immediately captivated and fascinated by Katie Greenock, the slender full-lipped wife of Sam. He and Katie own the guesthouse wherein Fellowes stayed and form which the faceless corpse went missing. Katie’s grandmother raised her, and she taught Katie that sex was something you gritted your teeth and endured. Oh, of course, pretend you’re putting out for personal pleasure so the fragile ego of the man with whom you’re copulating won’t be overly bruised, but above all, don’t assume you’re going to enjoy it.
Banks sees Katie as a woman of innocent beauty and as someone who knows far more than she’s willing to disclose about the murder and the earlier death and disappearance.
Before this ends, Banks will journey to Canada to find Anne Ralston to see whether she can fill in missing pieces. The Canadian section of the book felt slowest to me and least relevant, but it’s necessary.
I won’t comment on the ending except to say that it will absolutely stop you cold. It chilled me, and it will be memorable to you as well.