Where to start? This has to be one of the worst reads I can recall. This book made me angry and frustrated as the storyline dodged all over the place, and characters came and went. What was the significance of the gay truck driver stopped in France with a dead child in the back of the truck? Where did that fit in to the rest of the jigsaw puzzle? The plot has more holes than a seive. It was a jigsaw puzzle with about a third of the pieces missing. The dialogue beats even the banal efforts of Stephen Leather, and that's saying something. Every character seemed to speak with an identical patois of the east end of London (even though the book was set in rural Essex), and thought bubbles accompanied their every utterance. Police investigative methodology was sloppily and inaccurately portrayed, police violence was condoned, and standard procedures ignored. Police integrity was displayed as an oxymoron in this novel. Murders (and there were quite a few), especially those separate to the main investigation into paedophilia and disappearing children, went uninvestigated, with suspects central to the story not even interviewed. What was the moral message of this book? Police integrity lines were often crossed, without consequence, and baddies got to live happily every after. Was there any editorial supervision before this work hit the presses? Evidence is sadly lacking. A complete waste of several days of my life.