After Hamish’s brush with the drug trade he is back in Lochdubh with a more domestic
problem—who killed the village dustman? Nobody liked drunken, abusive Fergus MacLeod
but little notice was paid to him until formidable Freda Fleming put him in charge of her
new drive to "green" Lochdubh. In his strange new uniform he becomes a petty tyrant until
his body is found stuffed into one of the new wheelie bins. Hamish has to discover whodunit,
and fears that it might be somebody rather too close to home.
This is more familiar territory to fans of the series after the author’s
interesting experiment, and there is plenty to enjoy. From the new
constable with an obsession for cooking to a new teacher, the villagers
continue to entertain, with plenty of the old offset by quite a
few fresh elements. Hamish worries about how it will be to possibly
have to arrest a fellow villager, and the plot has quite a few tangles
despite being not hard to guess. You will have to suspend your disbelief
with some rather high-handed policing methods that would make headline
news for weeks in the real world, but this is not the real world.
Between these covers wrongs are righted in the sort of direct way
that cuts through red tape—surely part of the definition of
"cozy." It is all so enjoyable, so just sit back and enjoy.
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