This novel is the second involving Brodie
Farrell investigator, and Daniel Hood, astronomer and one-time
teacher. The author assumes you have reed the first in the series,
and it's disconcerting if you haven't. We open with a man alone in
a. house at night with a girl (not his), and paedophilia is
signalled. That he has promised to show her the rings of Saturn
appears a neat ploy to the new reader until the man witnesses a
murder. Then the mother of the child arrives and we realise that
these adults are the series characters. So apparently no
paedophilia; we are free to concentrate on the murder, and the
fraught situation arising from the fact that Daniel is the sole
witness. However, he is honest to a fault and finds himself unable
to identify the killer despite the MO having all the hallmarks of
crimes carried out a decade ago when young boys were tortured,
raped and murdered and the killer, although known to the police,
walked free for lack of evidence. Ten years later two more lads
die. The townsfolk and a redneck DI have it in for Daniel and his
awkward integrity so it's down to his friend Brodie to protect him
and attempt to discover the perpetrator of the recent atrocities.
Daniel's house is torched, he blames himself for his failure to
target the murderer and goes walkabout only to become the next
victim. Tradition gets a twist as Brodie rides to the rescue.
Initially the style is cosy but smooth
corners are roughed off as the novel gets into its stride.
Proof-reading could have been better; a Land Rover becomes a jeep
in the following paragraph (the relevant makers won't like that);
"pristine" is employed for "clean", and if
there are stone walls on the South Downs, the country's changed
since this reader's day. However, flaws point up merit, and some
good dialogue and plausible characters hint that if Bannister sets
her next novel in Northern Ireland - where she lives - the
difference of the setting allied with a foundation implicit
in True Witness suggest a
promising Irish mystery.
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