The heavy mist of the Yorkshire Dales didn't just cling to the heather; it seemed to swallow the very stone walls that marked the boundaries of the land. For DCI Thatcher, these hills were a labyrinth of secrets he’d spent thirteen years trying to navigate.
In this first installment of the series, Thatcher is called to a remote farmhouse near Malham Cove. The owner, a reclusive sheep farmer, hadn't been seen at the local market in a week. When Thatcher kicks in the door, he doesn't find a body—he finds a dinner table set for three, the food perfectly preserved in the freezing cold, and a single, blood-stained knitting needle driven into the center of the wooden table. The heavy mist of the Yorkshire Dales didn't
Thatcher, grappling with his own history in the Yorkshire police force, must decide if he’s chasing a ghost from the past or a very real killer who is still watching from the fog. The owner, a reclusive sheep farmer, hadn't been
