Another enjoyable book

Dead Man’s Hands by David J. Gatward
Crime triller
Rating: 5 Stars
Kindle Unlimited and Audio Book
280 pages

I listened to most of this on audio, brilliantly narrated by Aubrey Parsons. He’s especially good at giving each character a distinct voice, making them easy to tell apart. Although his female voices aren’t quite as strong.
The story opens with an obnoxious, and thoroughly unpleasant man, so it’s no surprise when he turns up murdered.
The team investigate a series of seemingly unrelated events, which gradually come together in a satisfying way. I particularly enjoyed how this time, we got to explore the personal lives of some of the detectives.
Although I enjoyed the story—especially the humour that is in all the books—I didn’t find it quite as gripping as some of the others in the series.
If you enjoy crime and detective stories, I’d definitely recommend giving this one a try.

This book blurb
A hated outsider. A shocking death. And everyone has a reason for murder…
DCI Harry Grimm is settling into the rhythms of Yorkshire. Though he knows the idyllic rural landscape can hide dark deeds, the methodical investigator trusts his colleagues to guard his back. And it’s easy to keep dodging discussions about the future when he’s called to a crime scene with a body that’s missing both hands.
Identifying the victim as a city property developer who moved to the countryside, Grimm links him to a recent meeting about the affordable housing crisis. And learning the deceased man had angered too many locals to count, the determined detective and his team labour to eliminate an endless list of suspects.
Can Grimm bring the case home, or will the clever killer slip through his fingers.
My Favourite Bits
Now, everything was different, so much so that a simple comparison was not possible. Night and day, that’s what it is, Harry thought, but even on sun-blessed days such as this, darkness still liked to intrude, wiping its grubby hands all over it, leaving a stain he just couldn’t ignore. Sometimes, that stain seemed all the more obvious on the brighter days, as though all the sun wanted to do was to shine a light on the bad things.
Rebecca Sowerby wasn’t having the best of days, and right there and then, as she walked back to the studio from one of the SOC team vans, all she really wanted to do was march after Harry and tell that craggy-faced, grumpy, and uniquely smug git exactly what she thought of him, which wasn’t much right then. Still, telling him would make her feel better, that was for sure.
On Matt’s next knock, a man came to the door and yanked it open. He was about the same height as Matt, and wearing a white tunic, so clean it made Harry’s eyes hurt to look at it too long. ‘Now then, can I help?’ the man asked. ‘Though I’m not sure how, seeing as you’re the police, and I batter fish. Not seeing the crossover, if I’m honest.’
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