Dimensions
110 x 176 x 25mm
Peter Darwin was hoping for some quite leave from the Foreign Office. Instead he found himself in the village of his childhood - at the service of a vetinary surgeon whose operating theatre was rapidly acquiring an unwanted reputation as an abattoir.
The sudden unexplained death of a string of valuable racehorses from one small area in Gloucestershire was a mystery the police couldn't solve. But Darwin was local. He remembered the people and what was at stake . . .
And now he knew enough to get himself killed . . .
