My Review (5 stars out of 5)
Journalist Harry Lawson drowns in a swimming pool, prompting super sleuth Kent Fisher to wonder if it really was an accident. Discovering a series of crossword clues and text messages from the journo, sets Kent on the murder trail. But working out why Harry was at the party in the first place, is just the beginning. When another reporter bites the dust, it looks as if someone is knocking off everyone who knew Harry. Can Kent work out who’s behind the deaths before the killer strikes again?
This seventh Kent Fisher adventure is the best yet, pitting the inveterate investigator against his cop pal Ashley and causing him to wonder if someone close to him is playing for the other side (whoever the other side might be). As always, the writing is sharp and witty and there are plenty of laughs along the way, while the author keeps the pace thundering along like an out-of-control Jethro Tull steam train. One of the things I loved about this book is the way Robert Crouch pulls together many of the loose ends from previous adventures into a nice, neat pile, especially where Kent’s love-life is concerned. At least, that’s the plan, but (without giving anything away) neat piles aren’t the Kent Fisher way and you can almost guarantee someone will mess things up for him.
Another thrilling whodunit from the master of environmental-health-type crime writing.