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Book II of Dalziel and Pascoe. Lecturers having it away with students, midnight romps among the sand dunes...this all fits in with Superintendent Andy Dalziel's views of the benefit of Higher Education. But the discovery of a body buried beneath a statue in the grounds of Holm Coultram College surprises even his cycnical mind. Fortunately, he has an expert to hand, that prize product of H.E., Sergeant Peter Pascoe. Together they settle in on campus and the learning begins. The only trouble is that just as they think they have solved one problem, a second body turns up...and another...Pascoe is both helped and hindered by finding an old flame on the staff, while the students class Dalziel as a fascist pig and thick with it...which is a very serious mistake. -
A Dalziel and Pascoe mystery. A smartly dressed, seemingly middle class couple have tried to abduct Pascoe's wife - not a woman to go gently into strange BMWs. She escapes, but when there is an assault on a British matron near the Pascoe home, Dalziel begins looking for crims with a grudge against Pete Pascoe. A logical response - but dead wrong...
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Book XXI of Dalziel and Pascoe. Like father like son…but heredity seems to have gone a gene too far when Pal Maciver's suicide in a locked room exactly mirrors that of his father ten years earlier. In each case accusing fingers point towards Pal's stepmother, the beautiful and enigmatic Kay Kafka. But she turns out to have a formidable champion, Mid-Yorkshire's own super-heavyweight, Detective Superintendent Andrew Dalziel. DCI Peter Pascoe, nominally in charge of the investigation, finds he is constantly body-checked by his superior as he tries to disentangle the complex relationships of the Maciver family. At first these inquiries seem local and domestic. What really happened between Pal and his stepmother? And how has key witness and exotic hooker Dolores, Our Lady of Pain, contrived to disappear from the face of Mid-Yorkshire? Gradually, however, it becomes clear that the fall-out from Pal's suicide spreads far beyond Yorkshire. To London, to America. Even to Iraq. But the emotional epicentre is firmly placed in mid-Yorkshire where Pascoe comes to learn that for some people the heart too is a locked room, and in there it is always midnight.
