Third in the DS Stella Mooney mystery series set in modern-day London, Cold Kill demonstrates a sick mind! How Lawrence comes up with such nasty characters??! Oh, wait, they’re everywhere aren’t they? Still, coming up with Kimber’s physical display of his obsessions…ick…Lawrence has got one imagination!
Mooney is investigating what appears to be a serial killer targeting young women but there are enough similarities AND differences that it just doesn’t make sense. Then Robert Kimber walks into the station house to confess but his confession doesn’t quite make sense either.
Lots of dramas between Kimber’s fantasy/reality and his obsession with Mooney; Mooney’s dithering between Delaney, George, and the flat in Vigo---and doesn't that just catch her on the hop!; Delaney’s investigation of the plight of the homeless at Christmas; Tom Davison and the silky, black thong; the developing relationship between Mooney and Anne Beaumont…and Maxine and Jan; Pete Harriman’s womanizing; and, all the red herrings which Lawrence drags across our path.
The revelations just keep coming the further we read as subplot after subplot untwists its nasty selves.
Down into Darkness is next in the series.