Murder On the Mire

Murder on the Mire

Detective Inspector, Homicide, Jack Plod would like to sleep. Sleep, no longer filled with the thundering hoof-beats in the nightmares of his past.
The bodies released from the muddy grip of the mire fleer in his face throughout the long nights, to the constant post-punk soundtrack of an awful 1980’s Indie band – when life was easier.
What secret does the redhead hide?
How low can the bucolic go?
How perverse the master and servant?
How many young women must die?