Synopsis- A killer selects his victims.
A city lives in fear.
The police fall into chaos.
A woman is savagely murdered, her body stabbed over a hundred times, and the police recognise that the perpetrator will likely strike again. DCI Bloonsbury, the once-feted detective, is put in charge of the investigation, but when an officer is slain, and an old police conspiracy begins to unravel, Bloonsbury slides further into morose, intoxicated depression.
And here, somewhere in the midst of the horror, is Detective Sergeant Thomas Hutton, lost in a sea of love, lust, deception, alcohol, and murdered colleagues. But the dead will not rest, the past will not be buried, and DS Hutton must find his way, as the killer kills, and kills again…
Review- This is the worst book I've read so far in 2022. I don't really even know where to start with how shite it is. The cops are all fools. Not a one of them can tell their arse from a hole in the ground. They are quite honestly the dumbest group of people you'll ever read about. I think the author might even hate the police, and this is why he has portrayed them so poorly. They work off of poor reasoning and zero procedure. I think authors should take liberties when it comes to the actual mundane hard graft of police work; it would be a bit boring otherwise. The suspect interviews and the actual crime solving is never as dramatic as TV or books make out. However, this lacks credulity. I'm not sure Douglas Lindsay has ever seen any police documentaries/programs. Much less spoken to a living detective. The leaps these officers make or the sensible things they fail to do boggle the mind. It might be because the only things any of the officers seem to do or think about is hsving sex and drinking, oh, and pointless "Thistle" references.
Par exemple, there's this whole bit when a female police officer is murdered. There's evidence of her having sex. But there is no semen and there were small bite marks and small bruises on her, which therefore could only mean she had lesbian sex. I guess that's not a wild assumption. BUT what is is the assumption that she got it on with the chief super simply because that was the last place she was before she was murdered. Our protagonist, DS Hutton, who spends the entire book whinging about some crazy person in the Balkans or something, the two women he's having sex with and "Thistle," uses his police brain to deduce that the officer had sex with her female superintendent because he saw her car at the woman's house. He keeps it up for hours and entertains no other alternatives. Like could the girl not have had sex that morning before she came to wor? Or maybe shr had sex after work but before she went to the super's. Or maybe she used a vibrator on herself and the bruises and bites are from a man from the night before. I mean there are so many possibilities, but they go straight to lesbian, which is convenient because it casts shade onto the super. Then there's the end. Two police officers get a "gut feeling" and break into the super's house. They find her okay. But they are attacked by another officer who'd been hiding in the house. Hutton manages to subdue the attacker, sort of knocking him out or winding him for a bit. But no one, not the superintendent, the Sergeant or DS Hutton think to handcuff the assailant who they all know is a multiple murderer. He killed 4 other officers! Why would cops just leave him there to possibly try to hurt them again or get away? It made no sense except that it allowed for Hutton to save the damsel, when the assailant attempts to kill her again. It was so stupid. Cops love putting folks in handcuffs even when you've not actually committed a crime. So for them to just let this dude lie there free as can be for any length of time seemed moronic.
But moronic was the whole book. The author indulged in sharing his asinine opinions on the state of the world, youth, sex, technology and football(go Thistle!), none of which was interesting or beneficial to the story. It sucked. There's nothing good here. Read Tana French, Ian Rankin or John Connolly.
Rating - One for the number of brain cells he made his cops share star. ⭐
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Devoured the book, couldn't put it down.
⭐⭐⭐⭐ - Really liked it, consumed within days
⭐⭐⭐ - Enjoyed a fair bit, better than average
⭐⭐ - Meh
⭐ - Absolute drivel