When a dead child is found in the River Fowey on a grey November morning, her hair trapped in a mooring chain keeping her from the rough Cornish sea, the currents lead DI Treloar and his team upstream to the idyllic setting and therapy of the Valley of the Tides where residents work with dark obsessions.
Jackson Power, founder of the Valley of the Tides and Holywood superstar, is mourning the loss of his first-born, unaware that his arrival in Cornwall has aroused a growing anger in a formidable foe, and that forbidden assignations are happening on his doorstep.
Further west, Treloar visits his first boss in a Falmouth hospice. Before slipping away he had a mission for his former acolyte and an admission which would rock Treloar and threaten his family, pitting him against one of the most feared men in Europe.
As Treloar fights growing evil, rivalries resurface, resentment spills out and unspeakable deeds are uncovered. He looks to secretive allies for aid as powerful forces conspire to protect their interests. And when Jackson Power thinks he has lived through the worst, he will face a father's ultimate nightmare; how on earth can Treloar help this time?
WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT SILENT GULL AND THE DI TRELOAR SERIES:
Book 3 of a great series - Australian Kindle customer
Another great read, I didn't want to put this book down. Looking forward to the next mystery featuring these Cornwall police.
LOVE THIS SERIES - klevergirl, USA, after reading Silent Gull, no. 3 in series Amazon USA.
I have read all of this series so far and found each enjoyable. The main characters are fully fleshed out and I found them easy to like. The storylines are good and I am eagerly awaiting the next one.
Perfect for fans of Joy Ellis, David Blake, Cara Hunter, Nick Louth, Robert Bryndza, Angela Marsons or Peter Robinson.
SET IN CORNWALL: Cross the Tamar at Plymouth heading west into Cornwall and you enter a different world; a land of steep wooded valleys, their depths shrouded in mist, the road sweeping and swooping through the countryside.
Places at the edge, islands and peninsulas or coastal mountain terrains, have a distinct and different atmosphere; light reflecting off the open sea, the seemingly boundless expanse of water, the anticipation and exhilaration of ports and harbours.
The south coast, a land of wooded valleys, fingers of water probing inland from the sea; the rivers Looe, Fowey, Helford and the Fal, daddy of them all. A sheltered, confined, shaded and enclosed land. And the north, a land of high windswept moorland, exposed, exhilarating endless horizons, gnarled fingers of land poking out into the sea; Cape Cornwall, Gurnard's Head, Zennor Head. This far west the land feels more ancient, less cultivated; the peninsula is narrow, almost an island and the weather can be unpredictable, changing quickly. Welcome to Treloar's homelands.