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‘The Vixen’s Scream,’ by John Dean

One of the essential problems with the popular subgenre of English Village Police Mysteries is, how many murders can you plausibly set in a small town? You might call it the Midsomer Murders Dilemma. The Vixen’s Scream is only the second in John Dean’s Inspector Jack Harris mysteries, set in the Pennines, so at this point in the series it’s reasonable for our hero to doubt whether a serial killer could be at work in their community, where everybody knows everybody’s business. That doubt will be undermined as the story goes on.

Several “outsiders” have moved into the area (Inspector Harris’ chief subordinate is one of them), and one of the things they need to get used to is the sound of vixens (female foxes) screaming during mating season. The sound is disturbing, almost indistinguishable from the scream of a woman in distress.

One newcomer is a retired London schoolteacher, who keeps badgering the police with reports of women being attacked near her cottage. Inspector Harris, not a patient man, repeatedly informs her that she’s just hearing a vixen’s scream.

Until a young woman is found dead near the teacher’s home, her skull bashed in. And suddenly there are hints that other young women may have been murdered in the area, and Harris has to sort his way through multiple lies and alibis, meanwhile fending off the press, the particular bane of his life.

What I noticed in particular in The Vixen’s Scream was how good the author is at presenting plausible liars. His liars fooled me every time. They provide plenty of misdirection, keeping the puzzle puzzling right to the end.

Pretty good book. No cautions for the reader that I can think of.

‘The Girl In the Meadow,’ by John Dean

I found, on looking into our archives, that I have actually read and reviewed previous books in the Inspector Jack Harris series by John Dean (an English writer, not the American Watergate figure). I was ambivalent about the two books I reviewed before – Jack Harris as a character does not entirely please me. Still, the books are okay as stories, and I enjoyed The Girl In the Meadow, number 10 in the series.

Near the English village of Levton Bridge stands Meadowview House, an abandoned country property that has recently been acquired by a wildlife trust. Then a strange man suddenly appears to disrupt the proceedings – he claims to be the unacknowledged natural son of the former owner, with a right to inheritance. This rouses the ire of Inspector Harris, an animal lover who used to play in the house with his friends when he was young.

But it becomes a professional matter for him when workers remodeling the house discover a woman’s skeleton concealed under the floor. The mystery of who this woman is, and the repercussions that follow when she is identified, lend increasing dramatic tension to the plot.

John Dean is a good writer, and the story worked out in ways that kept my interest. I continue less than over the moon about Harris himself as a hero – he is tactless, and his subordinates walk on eggshells in discussions, afraid to contradict him. But I think he’s softened a little from the earlier books in the series. I felt the book contained, like so many police mysteries nowadays, an unnecessary surplus of female cops, but that’s my prejudice.

The Girl In the Meadow was an entertaining book. Not much above minimum literary requirements, but fewer and fewer books are up to that minimum these days. So I recommend it.