Alec Drummond has managed the Creran Salmon farm on Loch Creran for sixteen years. He knows every pen, every pump, every walkway on the site. He is not a man who falls into the water.
When his body is found face down in the loch on a Tuesday morning in late February, the initial read is clear: a wet walkway, an open gate, a man working alone at night. Industrial accident. It happens.
Alec Drummond has managed the Creran Salmon farm on Loch Creran for sixteen years. He knows every pen, every pump, every walkway on the site.
He is not a man who falls into the water.
When his body is found face down in the loch on a Tuesday morning in late February, the read is straightforward: a wet walkway, an open gate, a man working alone at night. It happens on these sites.
Then the pathologist finds bruising on the back of his shoulder. Not consistent with a fall. Consistent with a shove.
DCI Sarah Lynch takes the case. Eleven staff. A closed site. No obvious enemies, no scandal, nothing on the surface to explain why a competent and unremarkable man is dead. The farm keeps running around the investigation — the fish still need feeding, the monitors still need checking — and the answer, when it comes, is buried under eleven years of silence.
Some arrangements are never spoken aloud. Some debts are collected in ways that never appear in any record. And some men are pressed down so quietly, for so long, that the pressure becomes invisible — until the night it doesn't.
The Farm is the seventeenth Detective Sarah Lynch mystery. Dark, precise, and set on the cold working waters of the Scottish Highlands.
Genre: Mystery
When his body is found face down in the loch on a Tuesday morning in late February, the initial read is clear: a wet walkway, an open gate, a man working alone at night. Industrial accident. It happens.
Alec Drummond has managed the Creran Salmon farm on Loch Creran for sixteen years. He knows every pen, every pump, every walkway on the site.
He is not a man who falls into the water.
When his body is found face down in the loch on a Tuesday morning in late February, the read is straightforward: a wet walkway, an open gate, a man working alone at night. It happens on these sites.
Then the pathologist finds bruising on the back of his shoulder. Not consistent with a fall. Consistent with a shove.
DCI Sarah Lynch takes the case. Eleven staff. A closed site. No obvious enemies, no scandal, nothing on the surface to explain why a competent and unremarkable man is dead. The farm keeps running around the investigation — the fish still need feeding, the monitors still need checking — and the answer, when it comes, is buried under eleven years of silence.
Some arrangements are never spoken aloud. Some debts are collected in ways that never appear in any record. And some men are pressed down so quietly, for so long, that the pressure becomes invisible — until the night it doesn't.
The Farm is the seventeenth Detective Sarah Lynch mystery. Dark, precise, and set on the cold working waters of the Scottish Highlands.
Genre: Mystery
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