Elizabeth George creates fascinating, believable characters. Her treatment of the "Pakistani Question" in Britain is thorough and unbiased. For instance: one of the main characters, Sahlah, is a young Pakistani woman who, though raised in England, realizes that she can never be as "free" as an English girl, and this is presented in a very believable manner.
The story revolves around the murder of her fiance, and how this could potentially be a racial fire-keg in the small town where the murder occurs. During the course of the investigation, the lives of countless characters are examined, and the reader is drawn into caring about many of them (especially Rachel, the girl with the deformed face.)
Unfortunately, the same thing happened with this book that happened with the last three E. George books that I've read. Suddenly I see that I only have 20-30 pages left, and I think, "how can she possibly resolve all of the issues that she's raised?" And, of course, she doesn't. This reader was left with a VERY unsatisfied feeling. Hey, Elizabeth, what about Rachel and her new flat? What about the baby? Where is Muhammed? What will happen to Yumn? You have left far too much for the reader to figure out for himself. Murder mysteries should not be like the lady and the tiger!