It was never going to be easy taking twenty teenagers skiing in the Alps but it wasn’t half so difficult as returning with only nineteen

[Russell]

When fifteen- year-old Carly Elliot parts company with an Alp, David Benedict, the teacher in charge of the ski-party is suspended from his job pending charges of negligence and possibly even manslaughter. His only ally is journalist Rebecca Daley and even she’s trying to connect him to two teenage suicides. Polizeikommissar Kurz thinks David may be a murderer, D.S. Sands thinks he’s an idiot and the others down the nick reckon he’s a paedophile but it won’t be until he finds himself tied to a chair in a run-down church, an automatic pistol in his face and trying desperately, through broken teeth, to speak German with a Swiss accent that he’ll begin to suspect he may be in over his head. Could things get any worse? Of course they can; this is David Benedict we’re talking about.

Daley wants a story, Benedict wants his old life back; if either gets what they want, the other will be seriously disappointed. In the event, each of them is going to get a bloody sight more than they bargained for.

‘Ah well; another day, another death. Welcome to St. Wilf’s.’

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