This book is so disappointing. Tracy Grant has really let things slide in Rannoch-Land.
All the 'action' (or lack thereof) takes place in Italy near Lake Como, first at the villa of Bernard Montagu, Lord Thurston, and his imorata, Elena, Contessa Vincenzo; then at Malcolm's mother's villa nearby.
There is only the barest of plots, and a rehash of past events. The only action is the travel to Italy, culminating in the holdup of their coach. Rannochs assume it is not a random attack, but we're never told why.
The entire book feels like a combination soap opera/game of 'CLUE'. Each chapter is just the same characters (in rotation) soliloquizing in the study, garden, or lakeside. Instead of Miss Scarlet or Colonel Mustard with the candlestick, it's Malcolm+Harry searching for Carfax's letter to Thurmont in Thurmont's study, then male-bonding as they each declaim how much they love their wives despite their betrayals.
Malcolm+Raoul bare their souls as they stand by the lake and watch the kiddies play. Raoul is finally getting his chance to have his own family, is proud to be called 'Daddie' by Laura's daughter Emily, and Malcomb ruins it by trying to convince Raoul that they should tell Colin who his real birth father is. (Is he insane?) Needless to say, Raoul is not wild about the idea.
Mélanie+BFF Cordi search Vincenzo's bedroom for the list of Elsinore agents, all while sharing confidences about their marriages, too. Once again we must suffer through more chest-beating about how they don't deserve their husbands after their betrayals. Enough already!
Lord Carfax's letter to Thurston tips off Malcolm as to their connection between the two. ENDLESS speculation ensues, about whether Thurston -- and the mysterious St. Juste, whom Mélanie/Suzanne* discovers hiding in the study -- are working for Carfax. St. Juste was supposedly part of the Elsinore band of spies, but now has a price on his head. Kit and Selena overhear Thurston, Vincenzo and St. Juste conspiring one night as the two lovers stand outside the open window. Oh, and St. Juste is still in love with Mélanie.
Further intrigue: Smythe is found out as a wife (Diana) abuser, so her father and brother, Thurston and Kit, vow revenge.
See what I mean about a soap opera?
Grant introduces so many new characters that it's like a revolving door. There is too little plot development and too much 'filler'. Too much brooding and too little action. We *already know* Raoul is Malcolm's and Colin's father; why keep bringing it up? Perhaps to point out who else knows, or suspects?
Raoul's wife Margaret certainly suspects. How convenient that she just happens to be visiting Italy, and in the same area! Lo and behold she also knows (in the Biblical sense) Elena's husband, Conte Vincenzo, whom she met at Alistair Rannoch's home. So, rather than a virtuous, betrayed wife, she is painted as an adulteress from the start, winning further sympathy for Raoul. I usually appreciate introspective characters, but here it is over the top.
Vincenzo apparently tried to recruit Margaret for the Elsinore League, too. He deprived Elena of her children to punish her for her adultery. He blackmails the Shelleys by offering a loan which he then quickly calls in, telling Percy that he will waive payback if he spies for the Conte. All-around Nice Guy. (Yes, Shelleys -- and Lord Byron -- are also in the area. Yet another coincidence.)
Enter St. Juste to further muddy the waters. What, is this 'old home week'?
So the 'plot' is simply Malcolm and Melanie doing what they do best--sleuthing. Determining who killed Vincenzo, who is with the Elsinore League or with Carfax (or with neither, like Malcolm and Mélanie).
All that happens is that they arrive in Italy, their coach is held up, someone is murdered, and they run into more Britons than they would have back in London. Clearly they failed in their attempt to escape England incognito.
This book is, unfortunately, little more than a set-up for the next book.
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(*I find it very confusing that Mélanie is now supposed to be 'Suzanne' (given the new series name), but is still called 'Mélanie'.)