(From the publisher):
Arriving in the small Yorkshire village of Roberthorpe to investigate the death of an elderly, church-going man, DS Mark Pemberton can think of only one word when he sees the crime scene - execution. Kenneth Flint was not killed in an outburst of violent temper, he was shot once in the chest, the gunman was a professional, and he left not a trace behind him. But why should someone want to go to such lengths to dispose of a seemingly harmless old man?
As Pemberton's team begin to dig, Flint's unsavoury character comes rumbling to the surface. The villagers kept their children away from him and one or two other police forces have him on their files. So it looks as if this is a revenge killing - and there are quite a few people saying good riddance.
Then another murder in a different part of the country but with all the same hallmarks, throws Pemberton's investigation into disarray. And a third makes it certain that the killer is on some sort of mission. All Pemberton has to do to catch his man is find the link between the three murders. With so much ground to cover and no forensic evidence to work with it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Ironic then that it should be something as small as an orange pip which proves the sniper's undoing.
Original title: The Sniper
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Detective Story and Detectives→ General