My twelve-year-old daughter frequently moans that Ballycarrick is the most boring town in
Ireland.
Nothing ever happens here.
She’s right.
And as the local police sergeant, this is something I’m delighted about.
I’ve enough to worry about – the polar ice-caps, the evil monster that’s shrinking my trousers, not
to mention the hot flushes – without having to be like one of those gritty Netflix cops, chasing
criminals down alleyways and busting drug deals.
So, life is calm and fairly predictable.
Until something unthinkable happens in our sleepy backwater.
A crime, but not like anything I've ever seen before.
It's a complete mystery.
And it's up to me to solve it.
