I’ve always loved Shaw’s writing – the clarity of the prose and the terrific characterisation – but I think The Red Shore is perhaps his best yet

The Red Shore is crime fiction at its very best, a knotty mystery combined with a compelling personal story, set in a beautifully evoked landscape. I can’t wait to read more about Eden Driscoll

William Shaw’s The Red Shore takes fish-out-of-water Met Detective DS Eden Driscoll to the windy shores of Devon and a case involving his vanished sister, a dark mystery powered by a wonderfully constructed relationship between Driscoll and the young nephew he never knew he had. Shaw proves, once again, that he is the undisputed king of seaside noir

A gripping and wonderful thriller – and what a treat to know it is the first in a series

William Shaw is yet to write a bad sentence, and The Red Shore continues that remarkable trend. Expertly paced with beautifully drawn characters, William weaves a plot that’s twistier than a cramping snake into the stunning setting of a small Devon fishing town. Highly recommended

I loved it. A sucking rip-tide of a plot, a working-boat Devon setting so fresh you can taste the salt tang of the sea, a cast of spikily individual characters and, at the book's emotional heart, the original and captivating story of a bachelor uncle policeman and his vulnerable nine-year-old nephew thrown together by adversity.

A deeply accomplished and satisfying thriller. The plot is pacy, the cast is compelling, the setting is sharp. By turns funny, sad, shocking – and always riveting