Anna Lee is back on a case. It seems like just a routine matter—a con man who's skipped town with his partner's money. But the trail quickly unwinds from the seedy byways of London to a deceptively peaceful rustic village, where Anna makes an unexpected and gruesome a corpse, dead for several weeks, with a bolt from a crossbow piercing its side. Driven to find the link between the merely missing and the foully murdered, amid an unfamiliar world of city princes and country poachers, Anna plunges into a quest that grows deadlier as it becomes more mystifying. For though he moves slowly, the Stalker kills swiftly...
1980 - UK: London, Exmoor, Somerset, Bath first published 1984
'What had happened,' Anna explained, walking down the avenue of newly green trees, 'was that his wife had sneakily married a twenty-three-year-old economics student. But for the ten months in question she was still raking in the maintenance.' 'Clever,' Selwyn murmured. 'I wonder if 1 could con Bea like that — while eating lotus with an eighteen-year-old dancer, I mean.' He weaved towards her and away again. Even sober, Selwyn had trouble walking straight. 'You couldn't con Bea,' Anna said realistically, 'and I doubt if you could pull an eighteen-year-old dancer either.' 'Father figure?' Selwyn suggested hopefully. 'Not a chance.' 'Cuddly?' 'Cuddly's not enough these days.'
Diesmal kommt Anna ziemlich herum im Land - viele Autofahrten, Hotelbesuche und eine verzwickte, ungewöhnliche Geschichte, wenn auch mit einigen Logik-Löchern...
Ich mag, wie Anna sich gegenüber Machos und Chauvinisten durchsetzt. Dass sie dennoch einem "too-good-to-be-true" Lover verfällt, macht sie nur menschlicher. Trotz kleiner Schwächen insgesamt eine runde, unterhaltsame Geschichte, bei der am Ende (im Gegensatz zu den beiden früheren Büchern) auch alle Fäden ordentlich vernäht sind.
"Stalker" is unfortunately the least enjoyable of the Anna Lee mysteries, while I still love the character of Anna Lee, especially how she's so much a very human, polar opposite to these days kick-ass heroines, it must be said that the story comes along incredibly underdeveloped. Anna stumbles through her own adventure like an accidental tourist, an extraneous figure only there to lead us from location to location. And talk about being extraneous: Liza shoehorns in an affair for Anna that serves no point, neither to the story nor to develop Anna’s character, rendering it just mere stuffing to bring up the page count. By the end we are left high and dry as she concludes it all in an inconclusive, unsatisfying effort to wrap up all the open strings all too nice and neatly, reducing the whole action to a case of misunderstandings and over eagerness.
"Stalker" that is the mystery of the missing plot, a story the author seems to have lost interesting in properly finishing on the last couple pages.
It’s not that I didn’t enjoy to finally get to read the book, I still like Liza’s modern (from a 80’s vantage point) yet unmistakable British style, but even nostalgia made it impossible to look over the glaring plot holes she left, and the meaningless way she chose to end the story.
This one really covers a lot of territory in very little space. Not only is the mystery laid out in a systematic, unhurried way, but there's time for the start, development, and break-up of another unlucky romance for Anna.