Mediocrity with old-world charm

Cops in English villages we know of Agatha Christie, and in which Beckett served also at least as much as with the clichés of forensic and serial killer thriller.
The narrator Dr. Hunter is actually forensic anthropologist, but has been making the accidental death of his wife and daughter to the young country doctor in a small and quiet village, where a woman gruesome murder occurs (and it does not stop at one).
Now one may guess who is the more or less eccentric locals the villain, especially the sought characteristics '- big, strong, familiar with trapping of' - the same apply to multiple candidates. Detail describes how life in the village goes on under the threat and the suspicions, many very obvious red herrings laid and soon many gloomy prophecies are scattered that it will soon meet Jenny, sweet teacher, in the Hunter to just crush has. Otherwise, you can marvel at how nice the country doctor's office approaching, where doctors make unsolicited home visits, just to see how it goes the little boy who yesterday had so frightened and so on. With today's reality in the English National Health Service which has really nothing to do; it's just an idyll that is described here to provide the right contrast to the murders. In this middle part has me bored frankly the book, and I came more slowly. As the poor Jenny is actually caught by the evil murderers, it will be exciting again. In order to make the resolution as surprising as possible, but still be able to report gruesome from Jenny's perspective, turns the author here several not quite kosher narrative tricks (eg we learn in detail Jennys thoughts and perceptions, but a very central thing, how later found remains unmentioned.)
The end, you know that by Christie's, highly designed and implausible, but that does not detract from the sense of fun here. Of course, the real villain is the person who definitely could not be. Unfortunately, the impression was "this can not be" generated with so plump, thickly applied means that I knew that for a long time. But you will then also know whether their own suspicion is right 'and how in God's name the author because the want to explain.
All figures are in their constructiveness on the plot for me not credible, so I want to say: This is not a novel with depth that is genre literature and no more Deut. People like Elizabeth George and Minette Walters design their characters often with much more love.
Who liked the echoes of Agatha Christie with Beckett, who was perhaps even purely look at the old master. They topped the old-fashioned whodunit porridge instead of bloody horror scenes of the creative writing Bastelstube with humor and quirky investigators; for me anyway, the more sympathetic version.