Somerset, a country lane, a body. Those are the ingredients of a whodunit that knows precisely which tradition it belongs to, and Jon Harris writes inside it: the catalogue groups the work under the Somerset whodunit mysteries, which puts the murders among villages, hedgerows and the sort of community where everyone holds an opinion about everyone else.
The double shelving is the detail that matters, comedy and humour set beside crime and thriller. Cosy crime lives on exactly that combination: a serious puzzle handled with a light touch, the violence kept off stage, the pleasure coming from character and misdirection. At under six hours the book is scaled for that kind of listening.