Western Approaches

D/S Jimmy Suttle has finally tired of the relentless struggle against the rising tide of urban crime in Portsmouth. Surely a job in Major Crimes in the West Country will offer some respite? He finds a remote cottage nestled in a fold of Dartmoor and, with his wife and two-year-old daughter, heads West for what he is sure will be a saner existence. How wrong could he be? Soon he is investigating the murder of a long-distance rower in the small town of Exmouth. The man rowed in the same 5-man boat as a man who, two years before, dodged a murder charge when his wife went missing during a cross atlantic rowing challange. There had been tensions between the two. Has a killer killed again? As the job takes over, Lizzie, Suttle's wife, is increasingly unhappy about the move. Trying to juggle family life with her own new job on a local paper, isolated in a lonely cottage with a demanding toddler and struggling to make new friends, Lizzie thought the whole point of the move was that she and Suttle could at least see more of each other. As his marriage frays at the edges and his first investigation becomes mired Suttle begins to feel the hills around their cottage crowding in, the wind over the moors above ever chillier, the waters ever greyer. He really has reached land's end... D/S Jimmy Suttle has finally tired of the relentless struggle against the rising tide of urban crime in Portsmouth. Surely a job in Major Crimes in the West Country will offer some respite? He finds a remote cottage nestled in a fold of Dartmoor and, with his wife and two-year-old daughter, heads West for what he is sure will be a saner existence. How wrong could he be? Soon he is investigating the murder of a long-distance rower in the small town of Exmouth. The man rowed in the same 5-man boat as a man who, two years before, dodged a murder charge when his wife went missing during a cross atlantic rowing challange. There had been tensions between the two. Has a killer killed again? As the job takes over, Lizzie, Suttle's wife, is increasingly unhappy about the move. Trying to juggle family life with her own new job on a local paper, isolated in a lonely cottage with a demanding toddler and struggling to make new friends, Lizzie thought the whole point of the move was that she and Suttle could at least see more of each other. As his marriage frays at the edges and his first investigation becomes mired Suttle begins to feel the hills around their cottage crowding in, the wind over the moors above ever chillier, the waters ever greyer. He really has reached land's end .. A body. A policeman. Over the edge... The launch of a stunning crime series from the author of LAST FLIGHT TO STALINGRAD No one liked Jake Kinsey. A rich man, he turned up out of nowhere, acquired Exmouth's trophy penthouse flat, and then bought his way into the local rowing club. And now, after a long fall from his balcony, he's dead. DS Jimmy Suttle, a newcomer to the Devon and Cornwall force, is the one detective who suspects that Kinsey has been killed - but there is very little evidence. Left to work alone, Jimmy is all too conscious that time, the pressure of the job, and the wreckage of his private life are lengthening the odds against any kind of result. And with a wife embittered by the move to a remote country cottage, Suttle must gamble his own integrity against the mounting chaos of the lives around him. Tired of struggling against the rising tide of crime in Portsmouth, D.S. Jimmy Suttle heads west with his wife, Lizzie, and young daughter. Soon he is investigating the murder of a long-distance rower in the small town of Exmouth. The man rowed in the same five-man boat as a man who, years before, dodged a murder charge when his wife went missing during a cross-Atlantic rowing challenge. There had been tensions between the two. Has a killer killed again? As the job takes over, Lizzie is increasingly unhappy about the move. And as his marriage frays at the edges and his investigation becomes mired, Suttle begins to feel the hills around their cottage crowding in - the wind over the moors above ever chillier, the waters ever greyer. He really has reached land's end...