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.