Grimm Up North (DCI Harry Grimm, #1)

by David J. Gatward

There was something about Jim that Harry couldn’t stop himself from liking. The lad had the kind of enthusiasm for everything he talked about that a Labrador has for eating.

The pastor had the kind of smile he had seen a lot in his life, one which was full of charisma and charm and always hiding something.

Death didn’t hide in the shadows. It simply was. And it waited for you in silence,

Or, as old Mr Holmes would have sort of said, when the impossible was eliminated, whatever remained, no matter how improbable, was the truth.