A long time ago Margaret Yorke's books where on my immediate purchase list, and then somehow, somewhere I lost track of where I was up to. I was very saddened to hear of her recent death, but reminded of the core role her books had on my path into just about 100% crime fiction reading. So I went and unearthed one.
From the Blurb:
Bicklebury is a small village of some three hundred inhabitants, a church and a pub, but no shop, no school, and certainly no crime until two ex-cons decide it is a good place to pull a robbery. Derek Jarvis and his daughter Hannah are unfortunately at home when the two armed men break in, and Derek, fearing for their safety, urges Hannah not to resist. The tactic does not stop one man from brutally raping her. Derek's marriage and his daughter are never the same again. As his family falls apart, he finds his wife and daughter blame him for what happened, and he remains unforgiven even after the men are caught. The punishment meted out by the criminal justice system cannot give back what he has lost. And so Derek Jarvis, a mild-mannered accountant, conceives a plan to avenge his family, regain his self-respect, and punish a rapist in a way that the law will not. But Derek Jarvis has never truly looked at himself or anticipated the terrifying twist his quest for revenge may take...as it leads him down the darkest back alleys of the psyche, strips away his controls, and confronts his soul with a shocking choice.