Saxon burial mounds and smugglers' caves; thatched cottages and village churches; not a setting in which you'd expect to be kicked to death.
Kicked to death - that's what happened to Naomi Long.
Mind you, she asked for it. If you persist in photographing copulating couples, if you persist in exploiting your position as post office clerk to blackmail benefit cheats, you're bound to come across a bit of low-life who's not going to stand for it.
And if you ignore the clearest of all warnings from the spirit world, and even on the sleepy Isle of Wight go traipsing over the downs alone, don't be surprised if somebody puts the boot in.
Not forgetting Kelly and poor little Jade, off on a trip to London and getting their heads cut off. Well, good riddance. Poor little Jade, indeed. With a mother like Kelly, she'd have grown up a psychopath. Whoever killed them did the world a favour.
Of course, Inspector Chaudhuri is obliged to investigate - that's the law. But some people deserve to be murdered. It's another word for execution.