The constable of the little Yorkshire village of Enscombe has gone
missing. He’s been on bad terms with many of the locals, and has engaged
in a fist fight with one of them. Still, his boss wants to know where
he is if he’s alive, and where the body is buried if he’s dead. And
that’s really what the book is about–where all the bodies are buried in
Enscombe.

Rarely has a mystery writer led me on such a tortuous and delightful wild
goose chase as Hill does in this book, and seldom have I enjoyed it so
much when I could see the pattern whole. At each stage I was sure I knew
what was going on–and I never did, right up until the end.

I become more impressed with Reginald Hill with each book of his I read.
I think this one is my favorite to date.