First off, I should say that if you haven’t read the previous two books in the Marlow Murder Club series, that’s OK; this book works as a standalone. Ideally you’d start at the beginning, but you won’t be disadvantaged if you don’t.
Primary characters in the series are three older women who poke their noses into local murder cases. Judith Potts is widowed (and glad of it), lives in a big house by the Thames where she daily takes a nude swim, writes cryptic crosswords for several major newspapers, and has assertiveness as her leading characteristic. Suzie always has an idea for how to make money. At the moment she’s got her dog-walking business, but she’s considering building a pod hotel in her garden and making money from tourists visiting Marlow. Suzie is blunt and ready for anything. Becks, a vicar’s wife, is much more reticent than either of her friends, but she is so nice that she can get people to talk when the others’ style rubs them the wrong way.
One evening, Suzie goes to a town planning committee meeting to suss out the committee’s members and procedures, so she’ll be prepared when it comes time to get her pod hotel permit. Not long after all the committee members arrive, chair and local mayor Geoffrey Lushington drops dead after drinking a cup of coffee from the Nespresso machine. But who would kill Geoffrey, the ultimate nice guy?
Tanika Malik, a local police detective, is assigned to the case, as she has been in the prior books. But she has now been elevated and runs the investigative team, no longer needing to get permission from her sexist and none-too-bright bosses. From prior experience, Tanika knows it’s best to have the women involved, so she authorizes them as civilian consultants. I’m happy that this novel loses that aspect of most amateur detective novels where the detective is constantly having to battle the official investigators.
There were enough people in the room when Geoffrey died that there are plenty of people for the trio of amateurs to interview and investigate. It soon becomes clear from their digging that nice as Geoffrey was, several people had motives to kill him. The murder has been cleverly and carefully planned, but Judith has as devious a mind as any villain, and the trio work together with Tanika to spring a trap for the killer.
Lots of people compare this series to Richard Osman’s Thursday Murder Club, since both involve senior-citizen amateur detectives in English village settings. To me, they don’t read as much alike, though. Osman has such a distinctive style that I doubt he could be mimicked even if another author wanted to, and I don’t think Thorogood wants to. These are entertaining books on their own; not quite as good as Osman’s, but they offer a pleasant way to pass a few hours.