Peter Wolff, a wigmaker, is found dead with his workshop set on fire. There are no clues, no DNA and no apparent motive. Detective Inspector Michael Angel is baffled. ONE MURDER. ONE BURGLARY. TWO MISSING PEOPLE. AND SOME JEWEL THEFTS At the same time, supermodel Katrina Chancey disappears; womaniser Gabriel Grainger is reported missing by his long-suffering wife; Lord Tiverton is robbed of a valuable suit of armour; and jewel robberies by The Fox continue unabated. Then another body is discovered in peculiar circumstances. ANGEL HAS TOO MUCH ON HIS PLATE It's a race to find the murderer and solve all the other mysteries. Inspector Angel tackles all this with his customary quirkiness and skill. A BRILLIANTLY GRIPPING MYSTERY FULL OF TWISTS Perfect for fans of R.D. Wingfield, Colin Dexter, Peter Robinson, Reginald Hill, and Agatha Christie. THE DETECTIVE Michael Angel is over fifty, married to Mary. They don’t have any children. They are a devoted couple but the relationship sometimes breaks down due to his job or due to the problems of Mary’s sister who lives in Edinburgh and imposes on their easygoing natures. Michael works at the small local police station and is devoted to defeating crime, murder, and dishonesty of any sort and has no personal ambition beyond being a good husband and a successful detective. He doesn’t want promotion with all the routine office work and stress that goes with it. He is incorruptible but always short of money. He is always at odds with his immediate chief, Detective Superintendent Horace Harker, who is lazy, a hypochondriac and not a bit interested in assisting Angel in serious police work. THE SETTING Bromersley is a market town at the bottom of the Pennines surrounded by stone and hawthorn-edged fields grazed by cattle and sheep. It is cold as anywhere in the winter but its closeness to the mountains protects it from many gales and heavy falls of snow. The town’s industry today includes the manufacture of ball bearings and whisky bottles, and a huge brewery produces Bromersley’s best bitter, which is considered the finest beer for miles around. Wednesday is market day, and the town centre is host to the frequent cries of stall-holders hawking their wares while the enticing smells of cheeses, coffees, foreign spices and fish and chips tempt your taste buds as you wander through the stalls. The police always find it difficult to catch pilferers and pickpockets in such a crowd. Bromersley folk are easy to befriend but many of the old people are stubborn and still buy their fruit and veg in pounds and ounces, not kilos and grams. Praise for Roger Silverwood “Solid plotting, unpretentious writing, thoroughly reliable entertainment.” Morning Star “A cast of characters you really want to populate with familiar faces of actors you see each week on TV—great fun. Angel is terrific.