A nice little mystery, that makes me long for Amsterdam again. It's been 30 years since I was there, but I still can recall so much of the city. I felt incredibly at home there. As javaczuk says, the story was pretty predictable, but the journey to the end was pleasant. I think I will see if there is an interest in a ring for people who may want to go to the 2010 BookCrossing Convention in Amsterdam. One funny note is that I also enjoy reading the mysteries of Janwillem Van de Wetering, who was once once a motorcycle gang member in South Africa, an aspiring monk in Kyoto, Japan and a policeman in Amsterdam. I find those less of the "cozy" variety, and a bit more lively. When I picked this up, in my mind, I made the translation that it was a Van de Wetering story, so was quite startled at the totally different pace and names. Took me a minute to recall that it was a different author, different set of characters-- same beloved Amsterdam. I did learn from a Dutch friend in the BookCrossing forum that in the dutch versions, DeKok's name is De Cock, with cee-oh-cee-kay. Probably some English publisher was worried that someone would think of cock as boy bits and be offended.