I’m not even sure what this book was about. It featured a police officer, some pedophiliac child murders, Aberdeen and a really bad attitude towards woman and that was about it. It didn’t seem to be a crime novel or a thriller and it certainly wasn’t a police procedural. All it seemed to be was ten days in the life of a smug, talentless bastard incapable of solving crimes without falling into extreme coincidences. It was really, really bad as far as crime novels go and if it wasn’t for all the dead molested children I’m fairly certain no-one would have paid that much attention to it.
So that’s a hint for any aspiring crime writers — rather than get good at your genre you should just write sensationalists fear mongering shite.
Although occasionally funny enough to make me laugh out loud (mostly at the Scottishisms), I would not recommend this book to anyone.
Read some James Ellroy instead.