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It’s late evening when the Regional Control Centre receives a mysterious 999 call. No one speaks, but the call location is somewhere along a narrow, hardly used tree-lined stretch of road that leads nowhere. With no uniformed officers free to investigate, they pass the call on to DC Judy Lane at Llangwelli station. Lane informs DS Norman Norman who, concerned it may be a trap, agrees to meet her at the scene. But when Norman arrives, he finds a dead motorcyclist sitting against a tree, and the young detective unconscious nearby.

Detective Norman is out of retirement and back on the beat in a rainy Welsh seaside town. Llangwelli might be short on sunshine, but it’s certainly not short on murders . . . Norman is a bit old-fashioned, but he’s also willing to learn from his band of misfit recruits. He’s asked to mentor a team of misfits in a sleepy Welsh seaside town. But training has barely begun when a woman’s body washes up on the beach at Llangwelli. It turns out to be local woman Kimberley Lawrence. Missing for over a week, but her husband didn’t report her disappearance.

Detective Sergeant Norman likes the idea of a permanent home in the small Welsh coastal town. With his reinvented career invigorating him, he finds himself enjoying working for his younger female DI. But when she asks him to investigate a puzzling seaside suicide, his first job is to find the corpse belonging to the discarded clothing left on the sand.... With the deceased man’s remains presumed lost at sea, DS Norman believes his case has run up a blind alley...until local builders dig up a female human skull.

It's an ordinary Tuesday morning when pensioner Alun Edwards turns up at Llangwelli station. He doesn't want to make a fuss but he's worried about his friend Gareth. Every Monday, they meet up for a game of chess. But Gareth wasn't at home yesterday. He's not answering his phone—and he's left his dog behind. He'd never do that. Detective Norman searches Gareth's cottage—and finds a woman's photograph, torn to shreds and dumped in the bin.

When the body of elderly Mr Winter is found in his modest terraced home, still in his pyjamas, Detective Dave Slater quickly decides there’s nothing suspicious to report. The old man fell and hit his head. It’s sad, but these things happen. A few days later, Mr Winter’s home is ransacked—and Slater is forced to change his mind. This was no opportunist break-in. Someone was looking for something specific. But what did the lonely old man have in his possession that could cost his life?

A body falls from the sky — landing in the woods by sleepy little Tinton. Detective Dave Slater is halfway to the pub when he gets the call. He's needed out at Haunted Copse, where a dogwalker just stumbled on something terrible. A body among the trees. It looks like the victim fell to her death. Almost like she dropped out of a plane. And that's not all. Amid all the commotion, the dog also dug up a bone. A human bone. Forensics then turn up two more bodies at the same scene. So now Slater and Norman don't just have one murder on their hands. They've got three.

Disgraced Detective Dave Slater is stuck on gardening leave, down in the quiet Hampshire town of Tinton, with just one last chance to redeem himself. He must search for mousy young journalist Ruth Thornhill. Months ago, she vanished from her home, her London job, her life. But the Met don't want to know. Now Slater's boss slips him the file, asking him to investigate discreetly, with the help of an unlikely new assistant. Bedraggled fifty-something Detective Norman Norman.

Detective Norman is out of retirement and back on the beat in a rainy Welsh seaside town. Llangwelli might be short on sunshine, but it's certainly not short on murders . . . Norman is a bit old-fashioned, but he's also willing to learn from his band of misfit recruits. He's asked to mentor a team of misfits in a sleepy Welsh seaside town. But training has barely begun when a woman's body washes up on the beach at Llangwelli.