On a damp July morning in 1946, two schoolboys find a woman’s body in a blitzed churchyard in Holloway, north London. The woman is identified as Lillian Frobisher, who lived with her family in a drab, bomb-damaged house a couple of streets away. She had been strangled and left on a pile of rubble with her clothes and handbag apparently in tact. The police assume that Lil must have been the random victim of an ex-serviceman looking for a cheap thrill; but the autopsy finds no evidence of sexual assault.
Quite dark and dreary but I enjoyed it. We’ll written and evocative of the age. Her 5th book, all very different apparently.