In 1950s Ireland, an Irishwoman dies in childbirth, but the doctor writes it up as something else; his brother the pathologist wonders why - and what became of the baby. An appreciation of crime fiction that made me think "gentrification" - damn, there goes the neighborhood, there'll be a Starbucks on the corner any minute. Good writing, but the plot had a conspiracy at its center that didn't match the style rest of the book.