A teenage girl is missing. Eleanor Rawlins is an unworldly loner, who would rather be climbing than thumbing an IPad. A teacher is found dead in the woods. Is it suicide or murder? It's too late for DI Irene Nicholson - retirement is due. But she can't let go. She revives her old partnership with ex-DI Fletcher to uncertainly follow the flimsiest of tenuous clues, driven only by their sceptical curiosity and the haunting premonition of another teenager. 'I've seen it . . . there are big hills on either side. It's cold. Blue sky. Eagles floating high up. There's a lake. The wind is blowing. The girl is walking towards you. She's not well . . . something terrible has happened . . . her eyes are . . .' Terrible crimes were committed in the 1980s . . . by people in positions of trust and authority. How much longer can they be kept secret?