‘William Shaw’s writing, plotting, and sense of light and shade, of when to rush and when to pause, are faultless’
THEY SAY
SHE ALWAYS WENT TOO FAR
DS Alexandra Cupidi has done it again. She should have learnt to keep her big mouth shut, after the scandal that sent her packing – resentful teenager in tow – from the London Met to the lonely Kent coastline. Murder is different here, among the fens and stark beaches.
SHE WAS THE ONE WHO FOUND THE KILLERS
The man drowned in the slurry pit had been herded there like an animal. He was North African, like many of the fruit pickers that work the fields. The more Cupidi discovers, the more she wants to ask – but these people are suspicious of questions.
AND NOW IT WAS KILLING HER
It will take an understanding of this strange place – its old ways and new crimes – to uncover the dark conspiracy behind the murder. Cupidi is not afraid to travel that road. But she should be. She should, by now, have learnt.
Salt Lane is the first in the new DS Alexandra Cupidi series. With his trademark characterisation and flair for social commentary, William Shaw has crafted a crime novel for our time that grips you, mind and heart.
I SAY
Gritty, hard-hitting crime rarely sits beside brooding atmosphere, flawless writing, and characters so real you could have a chat with them, but Salt Lane is that rare gem.
Before I started to read this book I felt a mixture of excitement and reticence. I had absolutely adored The Birdwatcher, a standalone in which we first meet the character of DS Alexandra Cupidi. Now she is back in her own series (there is no need to read The Birdwatcher before this. But it’s such a great book that I suggest you treat yourself at some point). For me, there were fears Salt Lane would lack the same incredible, intense sense of place that had dominated so vividly The Birdwatcher, where the landscape had become a brooding character. Would William Shaw be trying to recapture that in Salt Lane, and in doing so simply write a poorer, more watered down version? Worse, would he know better than to even attempt that, and instead simply ignore the eerie landscape of fens, ditches and stark beaches, haunted by birds and wildlife, and shadowed by the towers of Dungeness power station?
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Author William Shaw