Detective Inspector Bill Slider has always been keen on architecture and the Old Rectory is the kind of house he would give anything to own. But the dead body of Jennifer Andrews, found in a hole on the terrace, rather spoils the view. It looks a straightforward case: Jennifer was a congenital flirt, and the hole was dug by her builder husband Eddie, who was violent and jealous. But questions remain unanswered. Why was Jennifer's body so unmarked? How did she reach her shallow grave unnoticed? New suspects and motives keep crawling out of the woodwork and, when Slider finally gets a confession, it's from a wholly incredible source. In detection and in life, it seems, there is always more going on than meets the eye. . .