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Not in the Flesh

Not in the Flesh

The twenty-first Wexford novel published by Hutchinson in

Burden made a face. 'It’s nasty, isn’t it? It makes you wonder how feminists—all women in fact—can concentrate on any other aspect of persecution of women while female genital mutilation flourishes. Why isn’t half the human race up in arms?

Searching for truffles in a wood, a man and his dog unearth something less savoury - a human hand. The body, as Chief Inspector Wexford is informed later, has lain buried for ten years or so, wrapped in a purple cotton shroud.

The post-mortem can not reveal the precise cause of death. The only clue is a crack in one of the dead man’s ribs.


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