THE DROWNING SEA

Now that she’s quit her job as a homicide detective on Long Island, Maggie D’arcy assumes her long summer vacation in West Cork will be free of past entanglements. As if.

Maggie’s 17-year-old daughter, Lilly, instantly spots a spectral figure in the window of the cottage they’re renting on the grounds of Rosscliffe House with Maggie’s sweetie, history professor Conor Kearney. The logical candidate is Dorothea Reynolds, a governess to the children of the Crawford family, who vanished from Rosscliffe Manor in 1973. Maggie and Conor’s landlady, Lissa Crawford, a painter who grew up in the manor but sold the big house, is unhappy because she thought Dublin banker Lorcan Murphy and local builder Sam Nevin would refurbish the place, not turn it into a hotel. The customary squabbles between haves and have-lesses are upstaged at least briefly by the discovery on Crescent Beach of the late Lukas Adamik, a Pole who worked for Nevin before he too went missing. The news of his death, which everyone hopes will provide closure for his girlfriend, Zuzanna Brol, instead serves as a prelude to her own drowning. Did she fall, or was she pushed? Though DS Ann Tobin of the Garda Síochána is mourning the fatal overdose of her son, she seems perfectly competent. Even so, Maggie can’t resist taking time out from fretting about Conor’s ex and Lilly’s romance with Lukas’ friend Alex Sadowski to ask a few questions, and then a few more. The two women uncover a diffuse web of intrigue that implicates so many suspects it’s a relief when one of them is finally arrested.

So many crimes and misdemeanors that you’ll need a score card. Nice local color, though.