I usually avoid anything labelled "a mystery", because I'm more interested in character than in plot. I picked this up grudgingly, it was free, but I'd never heard of this author.
At first, I noted that although the copyright is 2005, and a significant character had short, spiky green hair, and multiple characters had cell phones, their dialogue was straight out of a Film Noir. The green haired young lawyer refers to another woman as a "dame". At one point that lawyer is referred to as a former "starlet". A jail house informant is a "fink". Slang I've never heard also surprised me. It took a while to figure out what a "mouth" is (lawyer), and what a "stone fox" might be- (serene but beautiful woman).
But I was amused by the characters, many with the kind of names you'd find in a Film Noir, or Damon Runyon paperback. We had Nick "The Owl" Faloon, as our main jewel thief but lovable character, his associates with equally vivid middle names, along with Slappy, a dog, and Shiftless and Underfoot, two cats.
The story is set in the same kinds of regions as Jack Hodgin's Spit Delaney's Island, with similar characters and humour. I'd heard of Jack Hodgins, but had never heard of William Deverell. On looking him up, I am chagrined. He is the winner of multiple awards, and is a journalist, civil-rights lawyer and activist.
The main character, Arthur Beauchamp, is a hopelessly stuffy fellow, retired from his law career, living in the sticks, and tending to his goats, tomatoes, and some chickens are involved too. He speaks to himself in Latin, sometimes classical Greek, loves his wife who is much less stiff than he is, and truly cares about his former clients. He gets dragged out of his pastoral retirement by the antics of Nick Faloon, gets tangled up with environmental activists, comes face to face with a sleazy developer and eventually becomes quite lovable to the reader.
Besides the crazy characters, the humour in this novel sparkles. In what Arthur hopes will be the trial that turns around a trial that went badly years ago, he faces a humourless judge who drives his meek clerk, Gilbert Gilbert to distraction-" 'Mr. Gilbert?' The judge looks darkly down at him like a vulture eying carrion. 'Sir?' He jumps, he'd been staring into space. 'Adjourn this court, Mr. Gilbert.''' Kroop, the judge, "...shakes his head, ... rises and walks off, wrathful as God , tempted to flood." His Honour will live to regret his miserly treatment of poor Gilbert Gilbert.
Later, when Arthur starts to worry if he might lose this important case after all, he considers "But why does he hear the whispering hobgoblins of pessimism?"
Yes, there is a mystery, but also a double plot that is compelling. One is solved with great cleverness, the other a cliff hanger. Enjoy!