3/5 stars. Neither here nor there, really. I’ve never read a Val McDermid book, and this doesn’t make me any more likely to pick one up now. Firstly, I thought it was weird how the foreword explains how one of the stories was her first published work, and the other was revisiting the same featured policewoman...only for the second story to be presented first, and the first one second. Anyway, I read the second one first, and was at least placated by the foreseeable twist NOT being realised, even though the lack of any twist was something of a letdown. The second (first? It’s so weird!) story was better: more engaging and more of a “fair” whodunnit, although it ended very abruptly.
Small gripe: DI Maggie Staniforth unfortunately doesn’t actually solve either case, in the style of classic literary detectives; in fact, in both stories, another character virtually gift wraps the solution and hands it to her. In both cases, she was getting nowhere. In one, she had even fully satisfied herself that a murder was just an accidental death. Miss Marple she ain’t.
A note on the lesbianism: it felt unimaginative that both narrators were lesbians. Apart from the occupations, I didn’t note any differences between the narrators’ personalities, to the point where I thought both were the same person, having just changed careers between stories. I like my characters to actually have character, but these two seemed only to have a single characteristic: gay. This is why I probably won’t invest in a full length McDermid novel.