Ian Rankin writing as Jack Harvey

Gordon Reeve has got a funeral to go to. His journalist brother has been found dead in a car, a presumed suicide. Not a nice reason to be flying the Atlantic.
And when he gets there it seems that nobody wants to answer his question - why was the car in which his brother's body was found locked from the outside?
Why doers the local cop act like his shadow and prevent him talking to the friend who saw Jim last? Why does he have the sinking feeling that it wasn't a ghost he saw parked outside the crematorium?

Ex SAS, a professional killer with an anger management problem, it's not in Reeve's nature to let such questions go unanwered, particularly when the murderers come knocking on his own front door.