Another hard case for intuitive sometime-painter Chief Inspector Webb of the Broadminster area, this time involving a series of stabbing deaths of women living alone, none of them models of virture, the word ""Delilah"" scrawled in lipstick left at each scene. Kate Romilly has separated from journalist husband Michael and moved with young son Josh to Broadminister, where she works in an art-and-antique gallery owned by Martin Bailey and Richard Mowbray, and lives in a flat above the gallery. The Netherbys, her closest friends, live down the street; and Lana Truscott, the gallery's shy part-time secretary, sometimes babysits with Josh. As the murders continue unsolved, Kate feels an uneasiness made stronger by a series of ominous packages and phone calls, culminating in her accidental discovery of the final victim's body. Webb, meanwhile, is doggedly putting the pieces together, arriving at the solution well behind the reader but in time to save Kate and restore her to her still-loving husband. Nice blend of domestic and crime drama, with plausible plot and motivation. Balm for the lover of English-village traditional.