These novels are a real mixed bag I find in terms of plot. I didn't like the first one, the second was better, the third was my favourite, the novella was so sickeningly middle-class it made my teeth itch, and this was... OK. What keeps these from being just bog standard mystery novels unworthy of much comment, to me, is the sheer quality of the prose. It's a cut above the norm and the characterisation of each is clear and distinct. This one slipped into the realm of stereotype too much for me; it reminded me a lot of The Mirror Crack'd and also that Sherlock episode where Ian Chesterton's son who is also in Harry Potter dies only when he undoes his tight Grenadier Guards uniform. 'Nothing new under the sun'. Also, practically, if were going to choose a new name as an up and coming actress, would you really go for Gillian Smith??? Really?
What interested me most was the potential for fatality regarding Alex and Nathan's doctored drugs; I half expected them to be found dead by accident, but this plotline went totally underdeveloped; a shame because it was in a sense the only believable thing about it. The ending made no sense at all. Always I get the sense that these are Trollop-y 'social novels' with a corpse or two added to make it more saleable. The 'plot' such as it is remains almost an afterthought.
My biggest gripe with these novels, as a reader from a working class background and as a trainee Church of England priest, is their utter unreality. Manor houses and flower arranging and BCP and Agas? If this is the world priests inhabit, we're doing something very VERY wrong.
Four stars because I like them and they are unusually well written - especially for a 'celeb' author (sorry Richard) - and I will get the next one.