Detective Sergeant Kelly Ross is acerbic, strident, sarcastic, and feisty. And that's on her better days. Her work partner, Detective Constable Jordan Sparrow tolerates her caustic tongue, He puts up with the fact that she's ornery and abrasive, because he also knows she's courageous and honest, and very good at what she does.

When Reverend Malcolm 'Deep Pockets' Cockburn goes missing, Kelly and Jordan are tasked with finding out what's happened to him. His daughter tries to convince Kelly that she's distraught, but Kelly has her suspicions that many of her tears have come from a crocodile.

Meanwhile, ten miles away, on Snettisham beach, James Smith is concerned about late-night activity for which he has no explanation. Kelly and Jordan go to investigate and Kelly finds herself attracted to the man. But despite her best endeavours, she discovers no answers to the mysterious behaviour of a large, white van.

Inside the former Snettisham vicarage, Henry Barnard, Mrs Seagram, and Rebecca Thorpe are summonsed by Lavinia Woods to an emergency meeting. Lavinia, who has had the vicarage to herself for many years, is forced to witness scenes of debauchery beyond her wildest imagination. But what can they do about it?

Puzzled? You won't be once you've finished reading Not Over Our Dead Bodies.