Two Detectives. One Village. Nothing Is What It Looks Like.
DCI Garry Alexander did not come to Kent by choice. A Glaswegian who spent fifteen years
heading CID, he rebuilt himself after his wife’s death from cancer, an eighteen-month serial
killer manhunt, and the breakdown that followed. He bought a cottage near Loch Lomond and
put it back together stone by stone. Then he came south and started again.
He is not warm. He is not patient. But he reads a crime scene before anyone has briefed him, and
he knows when the story he is being told does not match the one in front of him.
Beside him is DC Jayesh Banerjee, younger, greener, still getting his coat off the floor, who turns
out to have the instincts the job demands, once someone pushes him out from behind the CCTV
desk.
Then there is Philippa Abbott. She is not on the force. She is not officially involved. She is a
retired criminal psychologist who spent a career inside the minds of killers, and she attends the
church where the dead priest served. In Ladder to Murder, Patrick Gillan gives the investigation
to three people who approach it from completely different angles. None of them gets there alone.