Evidently Raymond Chandler has a sense of humor, because if he did not his ghost would surely slap Hayden Koenig silly. Hayden is a small town chief of police, choral director and organist at a local church, and a wannabe detective novelist who writes all his stories on Raymond Chandler’s typewriter, which he bought at auction. Hayden has proved himself an excellent detective, has an affinity for music no one can challenge, but to say his writing is terrible would be overly charitable. His own girlfriend, who supports him in every other way, thinks he may be the worst writer on the entire planet, and since readers, and the members of his choir, are periodically subjected to Hayden’s efforts it is hard to disagree with her. And then there’s Raymond Chandler’s ghost. No, really. He appears and sometimes speaks to Hayden, though Hayden is the only one who can hear or see him.
There is a well-told and fascinating mystery in this novel, and it manifests itself when a body is discovered in the altar of the church, perfectly preserved despite all indications that he was murdered in 1937. How this frigidly cold case impinges upon the present, involving church politics, bank fraud, a series of malicious pranks, murder, an immaculate confection, and a scripture hen, makes for a interesting, fast-moving and sometimes laugh-out-loud mystery. This is the third book in the series, and the author has been able to maintain both the quality and the hilarity he brought to the first two entries. Not for everyone’s taste, but definitely worth a look for anyone who appreciates humorous mysteries and does not take religion too seriously.