I accidentally picked up the second installment without picking up the first, but by the time I realized that I realized I didn’t want to sit with these characters for another novel. They didn’t ring true. The book is effectively contemporary, but Mike Sitwell and co., except for the cliché Dexter seem to come from an earlier age with firmer gender roles and expectations.
Also, there were two plots. One running through Moriaty-esque from the first book and not resolving in this book either and one where a rather bizarre murder was chosen instead of calling the police. The whole thing felt disjointed. Combining two hackneyed formulas doesn’t create something fresh, it just feels disorienting. Lots of plot threads left hanging, apparently believing once we know who done it, we won’t care about the injustices unearthed along the way.