A detective with a heart

... he realized with a shock that the loss of innocence never stopped happening, that he was still losing it, that it was like a wound that never healed, and he would probably go on losing it, drop by drop, until the day he died.

Peter Robinson, Cold Is the Grave

That Peter Robinson closes Cold Is the Grave (2000) with the words above tells us something not just about this particular novel but about his entire series of Inspector Banks novels: This is serious stuff. This is quality stuff. Here is a fictional detective hero who actually feels something about his cases, about the victims and the families of the victims and even about the villains whose actions cause so much suffering. So many fictional crime solvers seem to forget one case when they start another. Banks remembers, and so innocence drips out of him like blood from a wound.

Chief Constable Jimmy Riddle doesn't like Banks, but when his 16-year-old daughter runs away to London and subsequently appears on a porn site, he asks Banks to bring her back, but in an unofficial capacity rather than as a police officer. Riddle may not like Banks, but he knows he can do the job.

Banks does find Emily Riddle — in the company of a suspected mobster — and takes her home. Days later Emily dies in a pub after taking cocaine laced with poison. Banks takes her death hard, both because he thought he had just rescued her from danger but also because she is close in age to his own daughter.

Meanwhile, told by his wife that she wants a divorce, he reignites his affair with Annie Cabot, the officer who serves under him in this always-interesting series of crime novels, yet Annie wrestles with her own demons when a cop who had once participated in a gang rape of her shows up to assist in another case.

This novel may be longer than most of those in the series, but it never slows down and never seems too long.